Cradle

John Prophet

Just out 
of the 
womb 
are we.
Still in the
cradle naive
beyond belief.
Center of
the universe 
we were. 
Made in
“Gods” 
image
we knew.
Now, the
veil begins
to lift. 
Looking 
out of the
 cradle 
 we see
 more,
 yet we see
nothing.
We see what
 we can see
 but nothing
 more.
Haven’t a clue
do we of the
 true nature
 of things. 
 How small
 we’ve become.
 How small we’ve 
 always been.
 Center 
 of nothing
 are we.
 Time to 
 look within,
 time to
throw out the
masqueraders 
of “truth”.
 Charlatans all.
Time to look 
 within.
 Time 
 to start over.

 

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2018 22:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    This is great food for thought and should be read at least twice to gain a better understanding of the author's (your) intent.

    The second time I read this piece, I ended with a page break after "do we" in the stanza, "Haven't a clue,
    do we, of the nature of things, etc.

    Your other verses contain page breaks at that point, so it may have been just how you typed it. Yet, it is an easier and more understandable read if the page break occurs have "do we."

    Nicely done!

    • John Prophet

      Thank you kindly for reading my work!



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