Creation’s Anonymous Persona


Thriving on integrity’s forest of abundance,
anonymity revels in the subtlety of consciousness,
that ever-present growth of shadow and light,
faithfully providing solace for vision’s weariness,
even as the invading blight of wanton armies,
strips the branches of protection and respite.
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How covetous these purveyors of control,
knowingly deceptive in granting innovation autonomous growth,
convincing the gullible that a greener forest
awaits them on the other side.

Such is the vulnerable nature
of creativity’s landscape to discovery,
decaying into a wasteland of what once was,
all to satiate the parasitic appetite of what will be.

How poisonous this scorching onslaught,
evaporating originality’s endless tears and sweat
into a suffocating mist of entrapment,
the perpetual fog of acquiescence,
burying the once unbridled need to imagine,
into a mere landfill of prideless waste,
forsaken of candlelight’s magic,
exhaustion’s encouragement,
and the once indestructible smile of self-worth.

Such may become the legacy of
creation’s anonymous persona.