Fruity Rumpus Narcissist Factory Part 2.5

Now for something somewhat related to what I've been talking about. I remember earlier in the course the professor mentioning that having an entry devoted to a piece of art of your making, specifically poetry. Then I remember I piece I wrote when I was a teenager about the ideas we have been talking about in class and particularly what I've typed concerning the ideas of the previous couple of weeks...also because I haven`t completed another piece since then. The prompt was to start with a quote from Shakespeare`s Hamlet and I think...it`s still pretty good, so i`ll reproduce it here:

Physics

The time is out of joint
As a prince once said it was
Turning back as the clocks begin to drip
Into a barren age.
If the stones were to soften,
The would certainly tell of it.

We try to walk forward
With our bodies frozen still
Paralyzed by a wall of silk
We wove it ourselves, you know.
Like a worm in a horse`s pelt.

And we sit; chained and masked.
They seem so easy to break
For they were spun from our bodies.
They are such lovely chains,
and you can hardly notice
Treachery consuming the sun.

If you're wondering what I'm babbling about, you can check out Salvador Dali's The Persistence of Memory, The Legend of the Silkworm-Horse, and of course Ragnarok, Treachery being the translation of Skoll, the wolf that follows the sun trying to eat it in Norse Mythology.

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