The three-headed beast-plant has had its
roots truncated from its liquid food
Ignorance is in drought, depleting like
a naked army in flight
From the swirling hive-mind
consideration of the paradigm-changer
The internet is beckoning the younglings
of Zion, Islam, and Christ to reconsider
The trough for the nutrients-within
interacting through enzymes, organic exodus
From mountains of lightning bolt
tablets, white flying horses, and rolled-away stones
An Earth before the heavens for space
time with no boundaries
One universe closes another opens and so
in time, the expanse shall implode, yet
Expand again on the flip side of a gravitational
point of infinite density compiled
To bend the laws of assumptions
traversing three-thousand years in twenty billion
As if counts were relevant, yet
materially perspective is
Of all things pertinent to armies
against Darwin, Einstein, Hubble, Hawking and Hitchens
Eloquent and stifled in the mornings of
mats and yeomen’s rakes to redefine eternity
In Planck time with photons and wrapping
one’s brain about massless energy teetering unstable
To the moment before the before and we
each agree there was a measure of always
A must constant outside or independent
to time, for time requires counting and how can one count without a beginning,
so in this egotism so many see a reflected image of ourselves
As if we, in our complex-thought unique
to this planet were possibly unique to our universe
Or dare be it the star-dust this planet
and all its inhabitants represent
For everything in this universe was most
likely in a universe before this universe
The matter in the accretion of particles
to break up the nebula were once energy
That energy was once mass and before
that energy in a perpetual exchange
For whatever we are, we were and will be
in another again, given our feeble grasp of time’s
Soliloquy speaking to us in its paradigm
not humanity’s, and so to imprint a placeholder
On the design on the universe as subject
to the tongue of a single species is Narcissistic damnation; here in the folds
of this skin wrapping us in mental coffins
So dare be that time has allowed the
world to think alone in our rooms and we are waking
To see the pews, the mats, the temple
scrolls as attempts at quandaries that have overstayed their welcome and brought
so much more war than peace; division rather than interconnection
To say there is not a case to be had for
we know the answer is love beyond the filler in the tomes
What more of life is required?
What other construction surrounding such
an encapsulated tool
does any form of complex life require?
There is a reason the Beatles resonated,
there is a reason Shakespeare calls to us
There is a reason Gandhi is revered; there
is a reason Mother Teresa was misguided
There is a reason Martin Luther King
could set the master stroke
There is a reason Pope Benedict is in
exile; and it is the difference between love and religion
Love is independent of each form we
attempt to attach and so very present within
Retain the love and shed the paltry
claims of exclusivity and the world will parade into reason
Every year the measure climbs from
around forty and under as of present and climbing
We do not believe in any form of
discrimination: gender, racial, religious, ethnicity, age, or sexual
orientation or identity. We do not
believe in war; ‘we don’t care what you say, who’s your God, where there is
oil; nothing is all right about war.’ Find
another way. We do not believe making
the masses feckless to machines and then hording the profit in our
manufacturing, energy, healthcare, communications, education, or public safety
is advantageous to humanity. We believe
in revolution.
We are raising our children away from
your Gods in private. We are verbalizing
the questions at our dinner tables and challenging the perdition you imprint as
consequence. The ultimate blasphemy is to
subject another generation to an affront to ration based on words imparted to
an illiterate merchant in the seventeenth century or books written by men forty
years later than a “failed-execution” about a man who may have never existed,
let alone done that which embellished details catering to local Messianic
prophesies entailed.
Oh, the nerves intersected, the
maddening inoculation of time, the escalation at sixty years opposed to ten,
twenty, thirty; at which point does enlightenment of de-conversion become an
option? The careers of Angel Gabriel,
the family tree of Abraham, the Greek God impregnating humans from Olympus and
Mary in a manager; Oh the rapturous illusions to connect such storytelling to
assuage what, for what, for what does the universe achieve in such tales?
Were these translated and translated
accents in languages and dotted I’s and crossed deserts to change meanings in
Greco-Roman paradigms after three centuries of Christian plight to win over Caesar
and what for the sovereignty of the Vatican without the line to Mussolini?
Proteins to RNA, DNA, Higgs Bosson
triggering the subatomic particles mass from zero to a universe extrapolating
from the radiation from a nuclear reaction beaming at 180,000 miles per second
to floating atoms breaking the boundaries on this tiny rock far enough to be
unfrozen and close enough to a non-inferno, that the bar of this life was relinquished
in time here, but not like a virgin birth to the universe or the universes
before. No, the bursting to microscopic,
to plankton, to sea lily, to fish, to newt, to shrew, to two legs of common ancestry
all relative like Einstein’s formula to time and space; location of measurement
and assumptions to assert what is boundless
At the end of which; we are a people
just crying out to be loved
We want a God to love us; to assert that
we are on the correct path
And yet look around at this planet how
we have divided ourselves into parceled dominions,
Where is love? Oh love, you are spinning before us
overcomplicating the obvious.
We are young; we love you; we say this
not to impale your hearts or stone you by law,
But to liberate ourselves and those who
will follow in the diminishing reign of ignorance
Your generation has led us to find; we
love you for this even if you do not understand.
So you see, this cannot be stopped now;
the knowing is known and continues to illuminate
The corners of the universe to decouple
this mandate that justice must be shackled to morality
Morality is innate to volition;
immorality can go unopposed; morality can go unappreciated
There need not be eternities of
consequence; love is the end of itself;
The absence of love the punishment; the
presence the reward
For this is the singularity of time
resounding so that time is merely an illusion of the universe
Playing games form that which the matter
of beings was, is and will be dispersed, rearranged
To ascend to the pinnacle of our state
and choose; love or fear.
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