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Lockjaw

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Fortune travels in human guise
Riding with a paper caravan
Rolling along on a re-invention of the wheel
An expression of contempt towards the circle
Encouraging the frail imbalance
Dimensional doubts further tip the scale
It seems that no one will speak on behalf of the balance
Outside the shade of private fate
The only guise, the only name, the only way… is lockjaw
A population of portraits
With fortune wandering through the gallery
Collecting shapes from the spectrum of wrinkles and rings
Stealing pigment from the flesh
Draining color from the coin
Sharpening the sphere
Contempt towards the circle and the balance it holds
Fortune turns like the pages of an unwritten book
The shape of motion, the fate of shapes
As a page begins to write itself
Drawing over a portrait of no one
It casts further a private shade
Even as it buries the colorless flesh
These words fortune writes, with an empty hand and achromatic ink
In secret shapes no one would dare decipher
The book of fortune is at once both unwritten and unread
Yet there it sits upon the shelf, encouraging imbalance
An expression of contempt towards the printed word
And the human guise that would speak them aloud
The mouth, the shape, the balance of fortune and fate
It seems that still no one will speak on behalf of themselves
Even from beneath their smothering private shade
Where now the only guise, the only name, the only way… is lockjaw
Between silent portraits and wandering fortune
Lockjaw
Upon empty pages and secret shapes
Lockjaw
The flesh, the word, the balance of contempt and
Lockjaw
Pages burn in fire summoned from circles of shade
The end of fortune, the balance of fate
It lights the way, then casts a shadow over it again
Who now will speak?
A word to be written, a world to be read
Lockjaw
Lockjaw
Lockjaw… broken
I started writing this without any overall idea in mind, just aimless writing that evolved in a weird way. Starting from abstract and going into philosophy, satire, crooked symmetry. It was a very strange progression from where I first started to what I ended up with. Any satire that can (easily) be seen in this was unintentional - I guess my distaste for censorship is just that strong - I didn't even notice it until after I had finished. This doesn't belong in the satire category though, since it wasn't really my intention to make a statement with this particular piece.

The flow feels a bit off and the balance is a little uneven but I'm satisfied enough for now. Feels like something a bit more "positive", per se, than I'm used to working with but that may just be the pills talking... Anyway, comments and everything welcome as always...
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wyreth's avatar
Like a sledge hammer, it smashes me.

I'm left with not much more than an answer to the question that seemed emphatic to me.

I may be broken, but I will speak.




It spoke to me of cencorship, of close mindedness.
"Pages burn in fire summoned from circles of shade."
That like was the most powerful, I simply read and re read it with the immages of children dancing around the pire of books set aflame by nazis. An emphatic opinion on those that would impress their ideas on us and discount any thought we'd have as sin. It is profound, and I feel saddened that I waited so long to read it.