The Numbness Epoch Poem by Mehran Sirani

There is no more Mona Lisa around
Nor a miraculous Serenade in the air
Even the inexhaustible Old Guitarist
That once could enchant the world
Does not move his magic fingers
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It seems we are journeying through
Another endless numbness epoch
Where time, space and just a few
Are the only conscious pilgrims
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The rest are some darned ghosts,
Masked with copies of the Scream,
Hoping in vain that their silent notes
Are reaching the ears of divine universe
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A group of happy baffled slaves
Who deem they are really experiencing
The essence of life, love and happiness
While are breathing their own extinction
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In this fussy period, just a few are awake
A few sober pilgrims, who are struggling
To find an everlasting escape hatch
To rescue the residents of global Platonic Cave


M. Sirani 16.06.2015