"MUD-COLOURED WATER PIG"

 horrific barbels rise from the surface :
the retinae of total predation
stares like houwitzers in this night

the young boy bleeds out on the bank
screaming like a stuck pig

a crude and bestial phlebotomy
from the beast of the river Kali :

ghost of the windling river estuary

feaster upon the funeral pyres

sprouted lurker below the threshold  

mud-coloured water-pig
emerging from the opaque waters !

hideous Makara-spawn !!!

fear spreads amongst the fishery

the children gossip of anthropophagous monsters

the psychology of terror instills
in a superstitious Kalapani traditional husbandry

bodies disappear upstream and no corpse is ever found !

monstrous goonch, the devil's catfish
haunts the waterway now

more blood-thirsty than any crocodile or gharial,
the beast goonch of the river Kali
developed a taste for rotten human flesh

"I WANT TO EXCEED GOD'S EXPECTATIONS"

i seek to unveil the mystery
of the relation between qualia and its noumena :
are these colours produced by the mind or,
are they inherent and inseparable properties of the object ?

similarly, i seek to unveil the mystery
of the tribology between man and his religion :
are feelings of providence, peace and redemption
produced by the mind as phenomena of delusion -
a psychological mechanism of self-preservation -
or, authentic, inherent, and inseparable
phenomenological properties of religion itself?

i believe that religion and not science
will ultimately turn out to be
the true bathymetric study of the human soul
and its experience in this world

the soul of man is a Thesean ship
carried by the ocean of experience :
an experience we can only hope
is not entirely phenomenal
but also an actual, extant reality on the outside

we must believe the actuality of the objective :
the alternative is the purest form of nihilism

i think God expects the worst but hopes for the best :

attempt the infinite regress into God !

if only but an attempt...

 escape finally
 this great human stigmergy
 away from God

we must want to exceed God's expectations :
the alternative is nothing but inhuman !

"SUSPENDED IN THE SPHAGNUM"

suspended to the moraine by nature
hibernating cold in the blanket bogs
a witness to the paleoshorelines
obscured in the thickets of time

carrier of indigenous northern wisdoms
from ante-Weichselian glaciation

wizardry of Doggerland generations
inherited from the time before time

the ancient blood of black wolves
stains her garnet pendant
and her microlith rests in a sewn sheath

the peat princess was swallowed
by the hungry morass earth
forever to dance drunkenly
with Jutlandic wood nymphs
forever to frolick with the bogland spirits
forever connected to her mother
forever to sleep under the eye of Endymion

a torso beatified with hornworts,
earthworms and flax

a beetle-covered face petrified
into an eternal smile of stone

sunken eyes in the sphagnum

from the iris grows the stoma
with which man relates to eternity