I
the sun sinks through a swollen sky
like a rock through the belly of a bloated cadaver
upon the circumzenithal arc the dome burst :
a cosmic migration of bats evades this shadow-hole
and flees into our world
the sun sticks, suspends
in the nictitating membranes
of time
as does human memory
ruthless accelerative phenomena
beyond all human control
we all become rust-covered swords
and fossils of naive hope
buried deep in the mire of history
and onward ever backward
we wander
trying to find our way
back to redemption
II
mystical vessel of trans-Neptunian penetration
delivers an ominous message
from beyond the Kuiper belt
behold the hail of comets ! volleys of muskets
saluting the coming of conclusion !
the sun is a black hole
an enormous ball of kinetic energy
hanging from the gibbet of the universe
and whoever, whatever crushes this piñata
get to claim the prize :
total nuclear annihilation
total synapse destruction
crawling towards the Omega Point
an ultimate revelation of wisdom :
the universe may be indifferent to intelligence
no matter how spiritually refined it may be
Uppsala's premier sewer-rat - the town's least prolific amateur wordsmith. poetry-attempts seeped in the historical, the mythical and the ever-so-human. A fiery follower of the 'Poete maudit' tradition. Apocalypticist and eschatological. Anti-modern. Decadent, spiritual, extreme, beautiful, dystopian, romantic. Personal, confessional, devotional. Everything posted = work in progress. This blog writes under the banner of, and in ever allegiance to, The End Commune (2012-2022; revived in 2025)
Monday, December 11, 2023
"REDEMPTION ON HOLD (UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)"
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