The Theory of Snow
The night was dark, really dark.
I stopped above the round about
and hurried to urniate
fearful of the wild pigs, omnivores
that stag along the streets
at night. The deer wander through
the hedges to gape and yawn.
The big cats and bears are still
one range away in their territory
where the roads washed away
in a hundred year rain last summer.
When will it be the last time?
This brain of mine is imagination,
corroborated and clean, full
of the most drastic information.
Women here are flag lace and spread eagled,
I'm not used to it anymore,
not used to the going feral.
This snow is a bright lozenge
in the night, hoped for, planned out.
Every piece falls conspicuously
through the lamplight as I wait
for the dragnet of your verbs,
the tragedy of all is well.
No one is well now, are they?
posted by Carmenisacat @ 1:13 PM
3 Comments:
Wait no longer
Your imagination is just that
In the second stanza, get used to it!
http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/schopenhauer/#4
You might enjoy a little Shopenhauer and you can observe that he basically reflects this without crediting the Creator for such wild wisdoms.
Happens all the time to philosophers.
The rationality or irrationality of the world right now is fully evident. Everyone being rushed to their demise or their revival.
What is happening right now to so many is that the end is gradually beginning to form in their minds. It has taken several thousand years and several thousand turns 'in events' in order for this thought to be fully magnified.
Just as Darwin supposed his great theory "sans DNA" information, so did every philosopher up to now do the same and inevitably, they arrived at the wrong conclusions.
What we have now is a pack of human beings (various packs following various doctrines, non doctrines, mega doctrines and pseudo doctrines) that are behaving like escaped insane asylum tenants. Confusion reigns for those but for us, we are not surprised.
One of the harshest things about this new "reality" if you will is that we are right. Ah. You've no idea the position that leaves one in now do you? Terrible.
Noah there on his boat trying to convince the others: This way out!
No one listening save a few. Save a few. Haha that is a line from a poem that I wrote and it was missed by most for "what it was".
The afterlife is a specific reality and it is WELL described in the Quran ranydl. Complete with various technological details unknown in the seventh century by ANYONE.
Sheesh...even the prophets names weren't known but the Quran tells you about a handful that you've perhaps never heard of before and it asks: If you (the People of the Book, et. al.) then, tell us their names!
The cuniform tablets of Elba are not well known are they? Tens of thousands of documents that prove that Abram (SAW) was misdescribed in the "Book" i.e. Taurat/Injeel (gospels) d/t cultural changes, book burnings, ethnic cleansings, etc. all the usual if you will.
We are in the home stretch ranydl but hey, we've been in the home stretch for over two millenia and no one seems to have noticed how funky time behaves until perhaps, now.
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