Post by artolmaeus on Jan 25, 2022 19:49:28 GMT -6
the fragile me or I and even you
in an airless blue sky expires
unto gravity one day will yield our weight
and it become a consummate handful of dirt
and these bare feet daring earth
parasite or glass shard to cut through
but we are so incomplete unless we've been mingled
mixed with blood water air virus and dirt
all blended in mixes and molds
by the unnameable designer
who makes no direct announcements
throw the virgins into a erupting volcano
and bring me the foreskins of 100 Philistines
break the bones of those bearing weight
find the darkness in the bearers of Light
and callthe persecutioners right
and the auctioneers of all that were upon them dignified
who can be more than a Judas
who can deny less than the one called "rock"
let them who are falling dash upon the rocks
and leave them in their brokenness
but demand of them that they rearrange themselves
or feed the birds of scavenge
take no comfort in the light or the shade
in no rights or wrongs
for what have you in this earth
that you know it, but the most common
that's the denominator
in the borders of what is a you or a me
brings the line of division
and a body without an arm cannot carry as much
without a leg run
without lungs breath
without a heart live
all hail the bringers pumps and carriers of life
part of the whole for the whole
without the whole are just specimens and examples
of the machine of some god
the patches of earth air fire and water we cannot separate
of that is sacred you cannot know it in comfort or joy
for pain is all within the world
for pain is the equalizer
or depending where you are on the receiving scale
food isn't much without hunger
love without loneliness
fulfillment without hollowness
hallowed be the overcomers of pain
for they know something on the other end
where no one rarely goes
the entrance to Eden the exit from it
Paimon abandoned the post after the flood
he still carries the flaming sword though
what is forgiveness without rebellion
betrayal and the doubts of Thomas
and yet these stories are parts on the stage
we are merely players?
who is even playing
because in suffering does the earth weigh its own down
there, there this is what you'll get for being born
whether planned or just because someone really wanted to just cum
of all the miracles between changes and ends are the few
the few of the inbetweens
marked for something
marked for something
that was beyond their form
how would there be a Helen Keller
without an Ann Sullivan
without a Tewksbury Almshouse
and the darkness of desperation and depravity
could the spirit be born between an impoverished birth
and the coronary thrombosis
that returned the corporeal to the Earth
graves rob the earth of it's completeness
and dot the land in morbid memoriam
only fools and cancer want to live forever
and neither one can
except maybe Henrietta's and the world is full of hers
oh take refuge in nothing
but be swift in your mark
for you are most likely to never hit it and fail
but in your failure may there be the glory of what you hit
while you are falling
hardly no one knows what Icarus knows
far having dared, he did not safely end
and before the audience of an ignorant world
he showed true gamble
glory in the fall
for we were created to
by a safe seeking unknown creator who cannot
no one understands like a Job or Jonah
then, not everyone gets swallowed by the whale
or goes as far as Ahab
long live the white whale
but I would drink it's ambergris
and wash deep in it
like a champagne baptism
between oblivion and a good steak
I'd pay a cup more of blood than I have for it
sometimes forgiveness is so much less than the sin
maybe we all are deaf dumb and blind
and cannot play a mean or kind pinball after all
lead us third mouse
in whatever house this is
for all the loneliness
the joy of company
mends the impossible bones
even if they cannot bear my story
and many times, I too, theirs
in an airless blue sky expires
unto gravity one day will yield our weight
and it become a consummate handful of dirt
and these bare feet daring earth
parasite or glass shard to cut through
but we are so incomplete unless we've been mingled
mixed with blood water air virus and dirt
all blended in mixes and molds
by the unnameable designer
who makes no direct announcements
throw the virgins into a erupting volcano
and bring me the foreskins of 100 Philistines
break the bones of those bearing weight
find the darkness in the bearers of Light
and callthe persecutioners right
and the auctioneers of all that were upon them dignified
who can be more than a Judas
who can deny less than the one called "rock"
let them who are falling dash upon the rocks
and leave them in their brokenness
but demand of them that they rearrange themselves
or feed the birds of scavenge
take no comfort in the light or the shade
in no rights or wrongs
for what have you in this earth
that you know it, but the most common
that's the denominator
in the borders of what is a you or a me
brings the line of division
and a body without an arm cannot carry as much
without a leg run
without lungs breath
without a heart live
all hail the bringers pumps and carriers of life
part of the whole for the whole
without the whole are just specimens and examples
of the machine of some god
the patches of earth air fire and water we cannot separate
of that is sacred you cannot know it in comfort or joy
for pain is all within the world
for pain is the equalizer
or depending where you are on the receiving scale
food isn't much without hunger
love without loneliness
fulfillment without hollowness
hallowed be the overcomers of pain
for they know something on the other end
where no one rarely goes
the entrance to Eden the exit from it
Paimon abandoned the post after the flood
he still carries the flaming sword though
what is forgiveness without rebellion
betrayal and the doubts of Thomas
and yet these stories are parts on the stage
we are merely players?
who is even playing
because in suffering does the earth weigh its own down
there, there this is what you'll get for being born
whether planned or just because someone really wanted to just cum
of all the miracles between changes and ends are the few
the few of the inbetweens
marked for something
marked for something
that was beyond their form
how would there be a Helen Keller
without an Ann Sullivan
without a Tewksbury Almshouse
and the darkness of desperation and depravity
could the spirit be born between an impoverished birth
and the coronary thrombosis
that returned the corporeal to the Earth
graves rob the earth of it's completeness
and dot the land in morbid memoriam
only fools and cancer want to live forever
and neither one can
except maybe Henrietta's and the world is full of hers
oh take refuge in nothing
but be swift in your mark
for you are most likely to never hit it and fail
but in your failure may there be the glory of what you hit
while you are falling
hardly no one knows what Icarus knows
far having dared, he did not safely end
and before the audience of an ignorant world
he showed true gamble
glory in the fall
for we were created to
by a safe seeking unknown creator who cannot
no one understands like a Job or Jonah
then, not everyone gets swallowed by the whale
or goes as far as Ahab
long live the white whale
but I would drink it's ambergris
and wash deep in it
like a champagne baptism
between oblivion and a good steak
I'd pay a cup more of blood than I have for it
sometimes forgiveness is so much less than the sin
maybe we all are deaf dumb and blind
and cannot play a mean or kind pinball after all
lead us third mouse
in whatever house this is
for all the loneliness
the joy of company
mends the impossible bones
even if they cannot bear my story
and many times, I too, theirs
