Venom

In that room, that big room

That big room with light and breeze

Where bright minds strutted,babbled and cackled

With the grace of ibises

And agility of hawks

The beauty of peacocks

And seductive persuation of Koels

I sat, in the back and breathed it all.

They could say, 

What they already know.

That we do not know

That we don't know it all.

In stead they're grandiose

Like their sires and mentors

Convinced their half truths, 

Are magnificent edicts,

Edicts of an imagined reality

A truth we pretend to clasp.

Just so that we can say to next man,

It is now in my grasp,

And still not yours to have.

I breathed the stench of pettiness

Of an ailing noble endeavour,

Its spirit pickled in vanity.

The stench of a macabre dance

On the slime of ignorance

The semi dirt of half knowledge

In a rain of pretense,

A fetid play of power,

The violation of truth

In an obscene mist of joy.

I imagined it different,

My noble pursuit

My religion of reason

The pilgrimage to truth

Was to be a celebration of discovery 

An treasure hunt and worship of fact

Facts that are nature's jewellery

The principles of existence 

Of all we see 

And all beyond.

I swallowed my venom.

I hold my venom.

Waiting to do things right.