Every day every fucking day
Every minute every hour every god dam second turned to dust
She did it why?
Why does one take the life of another?
The desire to fulfil desire is the quintessence of humanity
I dreamed
Warmth of her six beautiful wings
There with two ceaseless white sectors she covered her face
The bonds to the barrier of progress where so fragile
Our union with life so delicate
Beauty in the eternal... No
The finite brings every thing to being to extinction
But marionettes dancing on strings once the bonds of life are cut
I'm falling
I hit the ground
Fall through the infinite
To reality I wake stunned by the power of awareness
Numbed through the boundless insignificance of reality in a perpetually expanding universe
Feeling the gravity of existence
The weightlessness of forever
With two she covered her feet
I watched the night again
Felt crushing sadness that made me cold
I was at the bottom of an ocean, incredible pressure completely alone frozen
Dieing and breathless I finished with a smile
Died watching it and I felt nothing of desire lifeless nothing hurt any more
I did see white and felt the warmth that had been taken
With two she flew
Trust in some thing so weak was folly
Some thing that was never whole could never have been my beautiful
A steward should not be a creature
Faith should only be imparted to divine
A fool I was
With such a revelation belonging to the absent void is the source of our easily broken form
I see she didn't break me she was never whole
Her desire was strong
The gateway to perfection is crossing the line to irreducible complexity
To the place of no need
No a fool I am
If the line is crossed divinity is gone
No my beautiful could never be
Only she
2 comments:
Language a bit rough, but there is much beauty in this poem. There is passion and sensitivity and creativity here. It is ironic that you use Biblical references within the poem (the wings references are from Isaiah chapter six verses one through three) and yet you deny the concept of free will or God.
If there is no free will and man is just a chance collision of matter that came from nowhere and has no meaning, then why bother with life at all? Why not live entirely for your own pleasure, as hot and hard as you can, until you have exhausted yourself?
On the other hand, how do you explain the existence of matter at all? How can you explain life? How can life be so remarkably complex that we have massive computers working in conjunction with great scientific minds just trying to read and understand the blueprint known as DNA that produces an organism as seemingly simple as an e-coli bacterium?
How can one be so deep and yet be satisfied to wade in such shallow waters?
Here is that reference:
Isaiah 6:1-3 (New International Version of the Bible)
1 In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe filled the temple. 2 Above him were seraphs, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. 3 And they were calling to one another:
"Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory."
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