



Onward, y’all! Below please find a poem — It came out without volition or too much thought — If you’d care to make a comment feel free to reply to today’s gate(less) or hit the comment button — Have an awesome week!
Con/Jur/d, 8/30/2021
The Study Finds Con/Jur/d, 8/30/2021 (The study finds: God is dead. And we groan: Not again! Why didn’t they just ask us? We’ve known it for ages. What next? The planet is dying? I have less time to live than to be dead? The study finds: Soldiers don’t die. And the enemy was never alive in the first place. Just as I suspected! We say and we quote: War is good! For plants animals and habitats a clean slate is best. And then we can recapitulate the very beginning. The first stirring, The coming together in the recesses of Deep Time the solar slag the mass carbon dumps, a swirl. How improbable, how unlikely, so soon after nothing became something, an eternity to fleshbags (Note: Fleshbags is a common Anthropocene term donating a weak permeable border containing a loose network of microbiome, viscera, DNA, meat, bones, blood, piss, fat saliva, and reproductive juices. See: Delusion of Self) a micro complexity, deeply entangled, hopelessly inter- connected, would make a macro motion to individuate. Not just individuate. No! Replicate creating a persistent, hard-to-shake illusion of objects in separation. One. Many. And this persistence across the millennia of Shallow Time (The Time of uncoupling the Living from the Dead ) of One and Many has proliferated challenges, since the One in their dream of isolation, always knows better than the Many. How to prove it? How to enforce it? From top to bottom, back into the uniformity remembered by rocks and wind and magma? The God experiment failed. The scientific method was co-opted. We barely know how to eat, how to sleep, or how to love here. Our tangled wants and desires were sold to us, packaged, labeled, and sorted; a manifesto of segregation against creation. How do we answer when asked, Why is there Something rather than nothing? The study finds: Unknowable, ungraspable, unthinkable) Only this.
Awesome poem!