Deviance Of The Dull Poem by Sebastian Sandok

The institution in which we infinitely dwell,
is far to large and much to vast
to confine all of this living world,
imprisoning every single last one of us,
to its musty cellar vault, sentenced to be sealed off!

Though generations for antiquity till forever more,
will be constricted by this mysterious force.
Such that the masses will work and live in each other,
coxing one n’other into a small wooden box,
crammed with instruments, dusty papers and such,
that there is no room for speculation.
and yet they ponder why their hearts,
are anxious and their chests constricted.
Souls strain to reveal themselves.

And few venture forth…

Such a bold few will descend, rising away,
slipping vaporously through the fissures of an unending sea.
To escape from this confining world,
and bathe in the harmony of the universe.
Cupping the essence of life,
allowing their grand existence to drain the bowl,
in one brave gulp of gods, demigods and all.

Extracting the lavish imagination of a flawless mind.