restless.

If with purity of trusting

comes the certainty of righteousness

I understand its lush appeal

Since we know the circumference

of celestial objects

We believe we can ignore the lust we feel  

If we sought to earn nothing

but satiety of gut

Why continue living after our first meal?

This parasitic reluctance

to submit to our bonds

prevents us from keeping up an even keel

The art of graceful aging

has proven largely wasted

on ilk-mates quickly waning

pained, prickly, abrasive

The hubris of omniscience
optimizing space in our cages

while lacking the conviction

to seek emancipation

Pretension is the most human of traits

assuming omniscience 
can rival the omnipotence of fate

As if mere awareness of our captive state

possesses equivalence
to the act of unshackling our restraints