Retrospective Losses edit 1. Input milo.

[tectak]

Time cements and paralyses, through due consideration.
What once was impulse now is thought
and circumstance. Weighed, tested, tried then stamped…
approved. The assay mark says fit for use;
suitably bland, confirmed now good for public health.

Who cares a damn for what is clean or what is safe to swallow?
What once was new, now is clichéd or obscure.
Perhaps the silent thousands take offence; a hope, but not a prize.
They nonetheless obstruct us with their wounded, feeble fears.
So bandage up your weeping words , freedom is your write!

Blisters on my tongue are there because I have a voice.
What once was theory now is hard-edged fact,
so argue if you will; polemics push us to the edge
of new and fearsome heights. Some will fly as others
hurtle downwards:martyrs to their sweet, enlightened death.

Offend you? No, unless you think I can; but nor you, me.
What once was comment now becomes a slight against small souls.
Can we who speak say nothing anymore? What do you want,
you who slyly crave the bow and curtsy of respect?
Is there more of value than the naked truth? You would say, yes.

Wouldn't you?

tectak
2013