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The Plight of Meaning by Tracy EllenCan you not find me here
Among blood and flesh
Hiding deep in the bone
Spiraling down to nuclear depths
Coiled and compact
See me there, among the stars
The lonely stones and aimless ice
Creeping so immensely slow
Spinning and speeding
Vast in space and dense in matter
I am the fruits of you labor
Your most proud creation
Your biggest mistake
Your jailer
I cant exist
Without your definition
Your invention
I am meaning and I will not be denied
I am why, from me you cannot hide
But your capacity for misunderstanding
Mystifies me
Where have you been looking
To have confused yourselves so?
Some with sharp eyes
Have glimpsed my presence
In tiny toes, their lovers nose
But, oh, they lost me
Convinced their loved ones
Where the embodiment
Of meaning heaven sent
Of answers prayed for
I am so much more
I am vested in your survival
So I will try to help
But first I must extricate myself
From your mental mess
From ideas so useless
But there lies the trap
For, really, only you can do it.
If only you knew it
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But then sometimes, I think
Oh, how nice it might be
For you to have no need of me
I would no longer have reason
To exist
Sweet oblivion
The birth of a new season
For all mankind
No more silly ideas to bind
Minds and hands
By your enlightenment I would abide
And commit a gracious suicide.
07/20/2007 Posted on 07/20/2007 Copyright © 2025 Tracy Ellen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/21/16 at 01:25 AM I would hate to see you commit suicide. Though I admit to having thought of it myself numerous times over the years. The fact is "meaning" is one of those so difficult words or which there are many. In fact most words can make one dizzy if they are looked at in certain ways!! |
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