The Iceberg:

[Filíocht]

The Iceberg

Whom amongst you would defy
the dyad rite of life and death,
nor whom amongst you could deny
the right to die, forsake life's breath?
None - as salient to the seer
that we are mere observers in
the puppet-show of reality's theatre
of whom senses are but distant kin,
we are but droplets in the ocean
of time and space - of 'God',
deluded in thinking our devotion
to aught is of any odds;
any such who bears eye and ear
dons senses with which to salvage scrap
of the waking mind, which is mere
solecism to the sub-conscious satrap
who hents the minds of many men,
men of such bears for they would but
adhere to mere primal perception,
never to their base bonds cut;
for had Freud boarded the Titanic
and be drowned by his own allegory
would the ironic ice-berg's panic
be but another tragic story;
underlying the surface coincidences hint
covertly to even the least amongst us
of a force within - potent yet latent
like Sleeping-Beauty for man to buss,
buried beneath a midden of senses
of whomsoever employs eye and ear
with which to build conscious defences,
are slaves still to the sub-conscious puppeteer.
In the depths of the mind's ocean lies
the icy myriad of truth concealed
to the mentally vacant - but to the wise
is the deep veiled reality revealed.

- Free will