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set free
by Charlie Morgani'm at sea and asea; bliss
trails behind me as i clamor,
for truth. reinforcements
to my perceptions, my reality;
and it ne'er appears; this life
belies itself of worth, value.
we trod passersby and nod.
each a King in his own mind.
what glory, the selfish gene.
still in embryonic state,
humanity can only swim
within a universal petrie dish.
the bright light hurts my eyes. 11/20/2010 Posted on 11/20/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/21/10 at 12:18 AM We are, all, each other. If that is ever seen in its entire truth, I can't help but think we will then be unable to cast harm on "other"....there is no "other". Your reference to us being in a petrie dish made me think of that perspective, that, just as the total of my cells make up "me", so is the earth just one of the cells that make up "all that is". I get such a clear image of you "clamoring for truth" and the bright lights hurting your eyes. It's a strange time to be alive, for sure. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/21/10 at 12:19 AM Oh, and, straight into my favs. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/21/10 at 11:45 AM Your DNA's all over this experiential evidence Chaz; did this inherit from the previous? Phenotypically acute... |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/22/10 at 05:13 AM I do love the image of humanity in a petri dish, Charlie...a line that makes me think is a poem that's done its job. |
| Posted by Gilly Wigley on 11/27/13 at 05:23 AM Great piece! Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/27/13 at 04:21 PM You still make me think, even from the beyond, Charlie. Thanks for that. |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 12/02/13 at 07:59 PM Proud to be a Pathetic Poet. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/19/14 at 05:20 PM I miss you Charlie and those magic words you wound so well! Brilliant... |
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