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Eyes See More by Mackinley Clevinger, April 24, 2016
From whenceforth has it come
This illusion of choice
That plagues us each year leaping
Blessed and cursed to take part in a game
Mere pieces on their board
Lauded as heroes to choose our own will
As hands hover greedily overtop our false crowns
Faced with one choice by those who know all
Doom or ascension; the end or reclamation
See the world as dogs must, and choose
Let not our hearts quake, be true
Threads of color pull apart the veil
And eyes see more than white and black; red and blue
They see shades; spirits long gone of vibrant life
Within our grasp if we but reach
Their rebirth assured if we but believe
But tis not prudent, nor assured
So back to our kennels we must return
At which bequest, ours or theirs,
Is this game played, as seasons turn
To whom do we swear fealty?
Down which path do we tread?
The path of our fathers and foresworn allegiances
The belief of our hearts as we grow discontent
Raise our fists and play the servant’s role
Pawns dedicated to their emblazoned crest
Better to forego it all and renounce
For a dog has no say in the master’s day
But then we may still forsake what we know
The wisdom assumed perhaps could be wrong
Where do we tread with no map, no path?
No guiding hands that show us all?
Forge anew another way
Leave trail to follow as all things grow
Beat back the unknown by writ of mass
Reject the kennel, the one-way street
And find the nexus from which all was born
Not the road most publicized
But side-streets and alleys that lead abroad
For we do not all seek the one
And to turn the facets of life’s true grace
That shine upon the world we’ve wrought
To white and black; red and blue
And nothing more to dance in eyes
Would surely be the end of ours
And mark the final end of us