Existentialism emancipation proclamation manumission...

rew4er2nail

Flourishes amidst freedom

once invisible (alice in) chains shucked

when soul no longer kept linkedin

to jane's addiction

with corporeal duty, entity, fealty...

while formerly shed body electric

gendered as former googly eyed hotmail

actually a prodigy, whose outlook

arouses suspicions regarding him

as person of pinterest living social

in a webbed, wide world of uncertainty

 

precariously perched atop pinnacle

pirouetting at light speed,

nevertheless defying the laws

of centrifugal and centripetal force

as spirit blithely ushers forth
along a straight line

of orthodox dogmatism, idealism

opportunism, and volunteerism

hemorrhaging, purging, and xing

staunch archconservative

punishing outdated edicts.

 

When after the final countdown
to the global apocalypse,
(according to Doomsday Clock
January two thousand twenty three
ninety seconds to midnight)

one beatle browed, foo fighting nebbish

departs the land of the living

and joins rank and file

among the grateful dead,

 

he (more specifically

the physical and spiritual

embodiments incorporating him

will separate) at long last,
thence latter day sainted essence

can freely exit from the cares
and concerns of an uncertain tomorrow

no longer plagued by earthly travails

particularly the necessity of money.

Within heliocentric/ Copernican theory

broached sixteenth century promotion

sans scientific paradigm

dogmatically hefty, kinetically lofty,

and poetically thoroughly,

xyz beliefs misalign

wherein mechanistic Ptolemaic,

static venerated yin yang benign

choreography describing elementary forces
governing heavens inviting jinxed, kooky,

loopy measures necessitating

 

normalization, pacification, rectification,

transformation, validation

to guarantee spatial objects remain in line

which notions trotted out

a cosmic deal with invisible ink

omnipresent, omniscient omnipotent

benevolent creator linkedin

synonymously affixed terrestrial

firmament (planet Earth) nsync

with bedrock as Fred Flintstone
beatified, certified, deified,

 

edified, fortified, glorified Gibraltar

until undisputed supposedly

figuratively hermetically sealed

fostered religious (church) fathers

to do more than blink

when inquisitive minds (undaunted

though invoked as heretical martyrs)
blaspheming solidly entrenched

blind faith no more functioning with charm
mingly quaint association

with amulets, churinga,
exquisite fetishisms guiding humanity


innumerable journeys kickstarting

legendary modus operandi initially harm

less lee sounding out,

what manifested into a schismatic alarm
regarding millennial questions

undermining liturgical moorings

strong lance heaving arm

irrevocably toppled geocentric mindset,

nonetheless this oblate spheroid dance

sing with the stars redoubled

devout hangers-on fixed

 

with barnacle cleaving

devotion stalwart stance

populace behooved

(as would be expected),

when Doubting Thomas'
(Paine) revolutionary screeds

threatened (prior to unending)

universal schema just by chance

and despite proclamations pronunciations,

and provocations roiling status quo

hashtagged as evil rants

 

eventually zealous warfare between

growing heliocentric individuals

with sacrilegiously blatantly deranged

fiendishly gnarly heathens –

perhaps the Renaissance own

groovy, nutty, and trippy Timothy Leary

the dawn of a quantifiable, explainable theory

(minus all those concentric

embedded orbital paths)

diktat preachers eventually became weary

to challenge recalcitrant

 

(purported hell raisers

damn, I would have fit right in

as a rebel rouser)

whereby agents provocateurs

spout vestigial claim

to Gaea remaining front

and center of galaxy

on par clubbing with Mother Mary.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2023 13:54
  • Category: Religion
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  • jarcher54

    Hell of a proclamation! I absolutely adore the line "clubbing with Mother Mary." Witty and yet profound.



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