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Dive
the heat
weaves endlesssss fibers
thick firmly stretched
across and around
makes it hard to walk
a bubble on the verge of its bursting
full of hesitation those rainclouds
the earth scorched anticipating its kiss
"now"
she says
[as if she was heard]
caught in between
oh this fragile shell of meat and calcium
does the entity live within?
is it radiated by adenosine triphosphate
to be rebounded by hesitant clouds
the journ to supernovae envained?
Invoke the spirit I
excise the singular heart
left to rot
a walking rebel of Entropy
the many selves
the other selves
burrow under thoughts
not their own
clinging to promises
their hopes disowned
oh futile madness
impotent hardness bashed against logic
against spirit
in this heat those selves
lost devoured by Mob
the scorched earth screams for fluid courage
to seep into her cracks
to fill her dry wells
to drown ignorance and hate
yet she combusts - still as death
GODS!
where are our creations?
left too long in the furnace
they do shine but are soft to the first
scathing blush of diamond eyes
tallow those GODS
we are candlemakers
"to beat swords into plowshares"
was their dream
the earth would only dare to elucidate
that our folly has run deeper
stop that talk
"are you afraid to think?"
they cried
out loud
to a mound of hungry flesh
the heat
makes it hard
to walk
...
sumalangitnawa
july 4th, 2001
Dive
the heat
weaves endlesssss fibers
thick firmly stretched
across and around
makes it hard to walk
a bubble on the verge of its bursting
full of hesitation those rainclouds
the earth scorched anticipating its kiss
"now"
she says
[as if she was heard]
caught in between
oh this fragile shell of meat and calcium
does the entity live within?
is it radiated by adenosine triphosphate
to be rebounded by hesitant clouds
the journ to supernovae envained?
Invoke the spirit I
excise the singular heart
left to rot
a walking rebel of Entropy
the many selves
the other selves
burrow under thoughts
not their own
clinging to promises
their hopes disowned
oh futile madness
impotent hardness bashed against logic
against spirit
in this heat those selves
lost devoured by Mob
the scorched earth screams for fluid courage
to seep into her cracks
to fill her dry wells
to drown ignorance and hate
yet she combusts - still as death
GODS!
where are our creations?
left too long in the furnace
they do shine but are soft to the first
scathing blush of diamond eyes
tallow those GODS
we are candlemakers
"to beat swords into plowshares"
was their dream
the earth would only dare to elucidate
that our folly has run deeper
stop that talk
"are you afraid to think?"
they cried
out loud
to a mound of hungry flesh
the heat
makes it hard
to walk
...
sumalangitnawa
july 4th, 2001
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of course, mari 
your i is bound inside somewhere, and after you combust and implode one becomes the supernova. and the spirit and heart; are they not bound too? bah, of course not. who needs this flesh? not i!, well yes i do, but we are not simply that, in fact we are not that at all. excise the heart -- you need it not to sustain your spirit.
and the GODS and the selves and the flesh and the earth, they are all illogical. your i is all that makes sense, but even that is tricky, and after pondering makes no sense at all. still, it is you. strip it all away and we are left with something we can not comprehend. that's the grandeur of it. what *is* behind it all? compounds and composures and compost, of sorts.
i like this work. it is brilliant. poke those telluric walls and leave not one question unturned! bravura,
lustrum
http://www.lustrum.org
Rushing towards singularity.
your i is bound inside somewhere, and after you combust and implode one becomes the supernova. and the spirit and heart; are they not bound too? bah, of course not. who needs this flesh? not i!, well yes i do, but we are not simply that, in fact we are not that at all. excise the heart -- you need it not to sustain your spirit.
and the GODS and the selves and the flesh and the earth, they are all illogical. your i is all that makes sense, but even that is tricky, and after pondering makes no sense at all. still, it is you. strip it all away and we are left with something we can not comprehend. that's the grandeur of it. what *is* behind it all? compounds and composures and compost, of sorts.
i like this work. it is brilliant. poke those telluric walls and leave not one question unturned! bravura,
lustrum
http://www.lustrum.org
Rushing towards singularity.