5Well here we are: this is the darker poem that, if you recall, was promised last update. Really not that good, in my opinion, but there you are.
Life in the Glass
We're all of us in jars, as wrought
Our eyes as one through tinted glass
Technicolor swirls of thought
Captive under skies of brass
Flesh turned liquid, soul silk-thin
Hairpin bones and paper skin
Hearts like clockwork shut
We lie so still for knives to cut
Veins spread wide in websilk threads
Picked-clean bones and unfurled heads
Opened wide, like books, with pages
Made of skin and pale rib cages
All of us preserved to lie
In lifeless sleep and never die
Then open up like parasols
Our ageless forms on full display
They couldn't save our fleeting souls
At least our flesh is here to stay
Embryonic forms as wrought
Sleeping softly, everpale
We lie in silence, lost in thought
Our beatless hearts will never fail
We're all of us in jars, as wrought
Sleeping living gods in thought
Half-past death, beyond the ages
Dormant lives in thick glass cages
Never dream and never die
Ever sleep and ever lie
In ageless fluid not our choosing
Better to be dead than losing...
Well, if you liked it, do please review. If you hated it, might as well tell me. Again, I'm still accepting requests, and if you need anything else PM me.
The poem is, by the way, about critters preserved in jars. I didn't want to tell you up there lest I prevent you from forming your own interpretations.