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Those humble beings
Give God a glimpse of human meltdown.
What happens when a man fully views his state and future? Listen.
If you have eyes,
Watch them perform.
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Fly like Dedalus
See them fall.
They are exultant.
God weaves the sentiments.
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Small
Doing this thing somewhere in the middle.
Quizzical
Plumbing to achieve a double-barreled understanding
Know very clearly that they are going through something human.
Know very clearly that you have no idea how it will end up.
What happens, when seed meets egg and a whole lot of shit is laid in the road?
God only knows. But that’s the thing. HE DOESN’T know.
He watches. And he listens. To his oracle.
To this sodium pentathol rave of what it means to be human,
for Johnny to live, live with a small a.
Initially, this hits me like some sort of Bauhausian beat
polemic. A conflation of the digital and classical worlds
(Check the juxtaposition of “Daedalus” and a string of
digits) flushes one through (“plumbing” and excrement) to
view with diseased ambiguity found in Tarot cards.
Comment by MattWriks — 21 December 2007 @ 11:33 am
I like that MattWriks, “conflation of digital and classical worlds;” you’ve got something there. However, I challenge you to go deeper. You might want to connect a subsequent comment to the title of this poem.
Comment by Sunsun — 21 December 2007 @ 2:01 pm