Rosetta In Stone

Have you played with a pen tip
As it slid across blank parchment
Cheered on as untouchable intricacies
became within arms reach
Surrealist expectations as they met up
with their objective counterpart
Sat back and documented the flow
of poetry itself become animate
Brought about your daydreams
into the nervous light
of our unsure waking circumstance

Conjured the unspoken emotions
that lay dormant
inside our timid hearts
Uncovered some personal truth
vigorously concealed
by an underlying conservatism
Dampened the pursuit of authenticity
that yearned to bloom
Seen the ironies of introspection
wither from their profound conception
into a cruel catch twenty-two
The rights and freedoms of identity
being contorted into a mixture
of immaculate sensation and literal diction