3 Act Finale

ACT 1:
We live somewhere below zero
eating salt out of the hands
of the monkeys sent to save us;
but instead
they imprisoned us in bamboo cages of advancement
gone nowhere.

ACT 2:
Nature lies in the beast
who rules over the hearts of men
with a plush iron fist.
Destruction of the self
sends us into de-evolution.
Humans being what
Darwin feared.

ACT 3:
I try to speak of salvation
but Nietzsche already killed God.

So Instead…

Come see Humanity!
The Last Great universal spectacle of ignorance!
Here we stand,
hand in hand,
in our own self-imposed damnation,
watching once-great Rome burn into
myth.

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About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on February 18, 2012, in Author, Fiction, Philosophy, poetry, Religion and Spirituality, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. However confused I am about this post… yet its intriguing.

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