Poem (in progress): Thick With The Night

My poem, Thick With The Night, is an effort to translate my interpretation of two disparate pieces of modern literature; 1984 by George Orwell and Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.  Knowledge of these two pieces will greatly aid you in your attempts to enjoy this admittedly complex poem.  If, however, you do not recall reading either of these pieces, it would help you to at least know how I, the author of this poem, interpret the afore mentioned works of literature(either rightly or wrongly).  

I interpret 1984 as a story of a society which fears oppression imposed upon them by an outside foe, aka.,  Big Brother. In other words the prison in which we are held captive is imposed upon us by an outside force.  Conversely, I interpret Brave New World as a work which foreshadows a day when our own pursuits, rather than an outside force, will become our undoing.  In other words the 'loves, longings and desires' we chase become the prison in which we are held captive.

That's enough for you to get started.

Thick With the Night

By Biz Gainey

Desire are we all, searching meaning unfound

Unvoiced and bull’s-eyed, we purr as drones. 

Neath the shade of night’s shadow

stealing life in its path. 

Nurtured and shaped on Orwellian fright

we fear oppression imposed,

Decreed against our might.

Aimlessly wonder we wander

into the blue funk forest

Shrouded thick with the night.

Standing weak in our strength

we relish life now Hollowed.

Oppressed by this shadow in which we’re imposed?

Or has delight crept upon us; a truth less well known?

Our heart; we have hurled deep

into the blue funk forest

Shrouded thick with the night.

Here in this age, desire captured and sold.

Fallen prey to more than numbers

1, 9, 8, and 4. 

This truth less well known dreamt in Huxley’s brave world

 new yet fraught in fear

Subdued deep in the night, launched roughly ashore. 

Sated hearts now engorged drip whet

with delight, Willful tumble

into the blue funk forest.

Shrouded thick with the night.

Love-longed is birthed, ourselves we’ve de-throned. 

As beast ensnared.  Not by oppression are we thinned and laid bare. 

Delight chased we found scarlet laced heart weighted

Easily borne down.  The heart’s beat weeps

into the blue funk forest

Shrouded thick with the night.

Desire are we all, searching meaning unfound

Rooted deep in the grime

of distasted delight we claw as we crave;

love lost in this flight.

Our heart beats now faint, barely whispers her cry;

into the blue funk forest

Shrouded thick with night.