Became Extinct

In intellect, the love had been demeaned.
When surely it was meant to be reborn.
Slobbering the time away. Hiding in
the shadows of their scorn. The blame
they chose became their great sedation.
They lived invisibly in realms of utter
sublimation. Fostered by the mesmerizing
messages of marketing executives. Upheld
by politicians that had never found
a loving view of life.

Scientists joined in to grasp more power.
Ah, here, their merely mortal hours
streamed into their basic fear of death.
Profusion of a chemical exposure.
Gain and loss configured
by unnatural composure.
Cloning life where loving might endure.
Life could not be lived in full
in all those icy climbs of only mind.

The internet seemed fascinating.
But all the while, the hackers fought
for more than social power. Multi-millions
transferred in the matter of the seconds
in an hour. Intending to conceive
an empire built on all the loneliness
of their defeats in mortal time and empty space.
Measured, the success they held so dear.
Progressively, the basics filtered
back into their fear.

Denial wasn't working anymore.
The terrorists had done too good a job.
And still, they came to feel the looming
terror of the mob, as if their own.
Minds were blown, and harvests lost.
As time went on, they came to feel
the great totality of cost incurred.
They could no longer back out
of the deal. For the feel of their own
fear became too real.

They watched the news and knew
the ending moment was approaching -
when all they'd won was forced
into the greatest loss of all.
As the essence of their masks
were crumbling. Strange, how
that one thing now chose to bring
it all back into them just now.

In intellect, the love had been demeaned.
When surely it was meant to be reborn.
Slobbering the time away. Hiding in
the shadows of their scorn. The blame
they chose became their great sedation.
Once thought invisible, in realms of sublimation.
No longer fostered by the mesmerizing messages
of marketing executives. Or upheld by
politicians that had never found
a loving view of life.

And there, they stalled. As if they'd died
and found themselves in waiting. Limbo
was no longer felt to be a game to them.
Nor could they let go of the powers
still attempting to control the blend
of all that life was ever meant to be.
Lost upon an endless sea, the storms
were awful to behold. Ego-based,
their boats were shattering.

Reaching deeper yet, they found
the abyss they believed to be their death.
And there they would remain until
the power they desired had been tamed
within themselves. No greater sacrifice
would ever do. It mattered not, the blind
of intellect - not then. For the power
of all life became extinct without the love
that lived within their hearts and souls...

? Michaelette ?

9/5/2003
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