Dignified Digits

Dignified digits dispatched
To the citadels of promise
Osmosis of viscous technical knowledge
Precipitate a seamless concoction
In those hallowed halls
Digits filled to the brim, bursting at their strait-laced seams
Goodness runneth over

So now the digits have run their due course
Sponged and soaked in glory
In noble reverence for their imagined community
Marching in perfect unison
Towards a perfecter union
Each cog welded with precision
Into the Leviathan's machinery

As they hike to their disparate citadels
Their lids are closed
To contaminants
To heretics
To free radicals

But as the puppet masters maintain their tenuous hold
Pulling the strings, digits toe
Their line of thought and place
Were they ever meant to win that race?
Goodness injected and expounded in that contractual clause
For the glorious proper cause
Unable to stem the tide of passion of that most vile apostasy
Some digits do with impunity

But is it not impossible
To stop the fall of a doomed mountaineer
Flailing arms desperately grasp air
Flesh torn to shreds on thankless rocks,
As it is to hold emaciated dogs
From the fettered sheep

Still some will flee with great tenacity
To survive creatively

Debonair debauched digits they might be
Though some do run the machinery

/Gvoz/
June 26, 2005

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