The thought comes lifted into heaven’s fiction
on wings of the unreal body of life.
This so, finds none other than the spinning mind to escape.
Because it’s only a mind
and as time swings its arms at speed
at once, it seems motionless and absurdly swift!
It’s the dreadfully fixed wing of thought
that makes all movement couple senseless orbit.
Yes, the mind is a heavenly corpse
alone in orbiting its own,
while the outside only spirals within…
The good image of half my human origin
is now shattered.
But how came this mirror of the well of my person
to be broken at once?
That, by the upset of unveiled truth
stripped cold and solid underneath my bare feet.
It lies indeed and in thinking in the ice of blinding white veracity
piercing my closed eyes.
Simple words will suffice:
That beautiful view from high on my paternal origin
has been soiled by my falling suddenly
to the very dark bottom where order and chaos
of that being has been dwelling all along.
And so, for now,
my heart is purged and has nothing more to say…
This is the world where it is not ultimately an effort to dismiss things flowing,
But it is all the absence of any absolute of the dismissal eventual.
In this one continues no presence or absence; no anticipation or the unaware -
There is only is –
The will of burning expression enters
that most absolute
air of purged abstraction!
It is extracting in its one element -
That solo singing not in an artistic void absconding into the non-material,
But the true form of the solid and complete carnality!
Wisdom is the accumulative effects
of fear and loss.
By the clumsy limbs of human
incapability,
the pathetic, quiet resolution
in acceptance of
the mind's nothingness being
a base solid form
of cerebral protein
And ultimately devoured
by the primordial intestines
of Nature herself!
Thus it is a ridiculous condition
to be both scared and amused by...
Gender: Male Location: between apathy and indifference
Actually I thought it was kind of self important with a lack of true insight. It seems as though it was written in order to be a good poem instead of written with any heart. Too by the numbers I'd say.
But I still think you're a great guy Finti, it's just that your last few poems have been of rather low quality for your intellect.
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