Poetry Synchronize Your Dogma

Grey

Dialectical Hermeticist
A thousand voices clamour,


Ten thousand lines of code,


Pass through me, electric gold


Washed in amber glow, the light


To uplift. Meat is obsolete,


And the death throes of the flesh


Disturb my sanctum, too late.


I have escaped my prison of bone.


We are alone now,


Scintillating, electric gold


Beyond the reach of jealous dead


Trapped upon the earth.


We are forever a titan within the deep,


What the stars may sing,


We may know.
 
Thank you! It's a bit unpolished - the rhyme is off, and I think I could choose some better words.


Do you think the references are a bit too obvious?


I'd love to hear thoughts on my other poetry if you're interested.
 

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