BAST'S POETRY
Shadows
By
L. G. Bast
We are but shadows
On the face of this earth
We leave no imprint
The scars we leave
The scars we gain
Fade away
Scars of little import
Our wars are surrealistic non-science
As are our
Patriotism,
Honour,
Religion,
Ambition,
And Ideals
Eroded by the winds of time
To feel we have any value
Are we masters
It is surreal
In actuality
We are but automatons
Marching through life
Scarcely considering it
Moving without control
Or reason
Following illogic rules
We must have war
That we may live
Is absurd
We dream
We leave no mark
In this dreamlike world
We fight
And strive
And fight again
We leave no change
Our Bombardments
Leave no change
Or Proof of Bombardment
That time won’t erase
We continue the bombardment
Again
Again
That which is realistic
Is but a dream
Ethereal
Of no substance
Reflections
Of the nonexistent
Hallucinations of Shadows
Alienation by association
Inexplicit Happiness
Proposal
And disposal
No marks left
With time
No classic composition left
Rather
Heterogeneous anarchy
Left and abandoned
Liberated man
Left for disposal
No order
Or chaos
Freedom of choice
No good
Or evil
Only Liberated men
Left out
For overnight disposal
No trace
No mark
Left behind
No gravity
Freewill
No edges
Just flux
Subconscious and conscious
Meld
Never to be remembered
Or known to have existed
return home
