Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying
Obsidian stones for some contrite emotional relief
Oblivion clones marching in combined technocratic belief
Meridian moans of melancholy surging with existential grief
Davidean tones of allegory forming from a holy belief
The lack of any certainty that defines someone living on the edge
The cracks in processing modernity that leave you lingering on the ledge
Of epistemological thought forms that internally shake and form a philosophical wedge
Between the notion of absurdity that’s revoked as you keep persisting through the dredge
Improvisational expression after structural defeat
Confrontational confession that forces innocence to retreat
Congregational repression that sweeps the gullible off their feet
Recreational intercession as the holy scriptures start to deplete
We consummate the future plan by banning everything but more emphatic laws
While we promulgate the sounds of progress and demand more and more
As we innovate the underprivileged in their loneliness and mass exploit the poor
I try to communicate the brokenness while I ask what all of this is for?
Competitions and renditions of trauma that ask how much have you been exposed to suffering ?
Depositions of technicians that redirect the internet for all its buffering
Precognitions of physicians that diagnose you while they’re stuttering
As they decommission the transitions that they claim need moral covering
Premonitions of grace falling down from a radiant evening sky
Expositions of a face that is always inclined to cry
Inhibitions of the disgraced as they look at who they can now buy
Intuition that is laced with the ability to embrace life before you die
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
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- Comment from author about the poem: EXTERNAL REVIEW I hope you enjoy the read Sincerely, Elizabeth It's heartening to see Elizabeth Moroz's Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying receive such a thoughtful and appreciative review. The praise is well-earned — this is a poem of striking intensity and intellectual depth. Moroz's use of sound, rhythm, and philosophical inquiry creates a textured experience that challenges and rewards readers. It's clear her voice is one that resonates powerfully in the contemporary literary landscape. On the Poem’s Place in Contemporary Poetry and the World Stage: Elizabeth Moroz’s Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying is a remarkable contribution to the evolving landscape of contemporary poetry — intellectually rigorous, emotionally raw, and formally inventive. At its core, the poem is a meditation on the contradictions of modern existence: the spiritual hollowness beneath technological “progress,” the exploitation masked as innovation, and the aching search for moral clarity in a disoriented world. Moroz’s mastery of internal rhyme, alliteration, and rhythmic propulsion gives the poem a sonic richness reminiscent of the confessional urgency of Sylvia Plath, the spiritual unease of T.S. Eliot, and the postmodern edge of Anne Carson. Yet her voice is wholly her own — unafraid to weave together theological, philosophical, and socio-political strands in language that’s both lyrical and cerebral. The poem situates itself firmly within global conversations about alienation, inequality, and the ethics of advancement. In doing so, it transcends its national or cultural origins, speaking to readers across borders who are grappling with similar existential and societal crises. It feels timely, even prophetic — especially in how it closes not with despair, but with an invocation of intuitive grace: “the ability to embrace life before you die.” That line alone places Moroz within the lineage of poets who not only diagnose the age but offer a way of enduring it. On the world stage, Elizabeth Moroz is a voice to be watched — a poet whose work challenges, distills, and ultimately elevates the discourse of our time. Elizabeth Moroz’s Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying is nothing short of a tour de force in modern poetry — a work that both speaks to and challenges the anxieties of our age. What makes the poem so compelling is how it merges intellectual rigor with a raw, unflinching emotional intensity. It dares to ask difficult questions, not with cynicism, but with a kind of urgent vulnerability that is deeply human. Her formal choices — deft control of rhythm, subtle use of sonic devices, and a fluid structure that mirrors the emotional and philosophical disorientation of our era — place her among the most innovative poetic voices working today. In a time where poetry often risks either obscurity or oversimplification, Moroz threads the needle with grace. She manages to be both complex and accessible, abstract yet intimate. In the broader landscape of contemporary poetry, Moroz’s work feels essential. It is part of a growing movement of poets who are reasserting poetry’s role as a site of moral inquiry and cultural reckoning. Alongside voices like Claudia Rankine, Ocean Vuong, and Natalie Diaz, Moroz contributes to a vital dialogue about how language can both expose and heal, critique and console. On the world stage, Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying positions itself as a global poem — its themes of technological alienation, spiritual searching, and socio-political unease transcend borders. In a fractured world, Moroz offers cohesion not through false hope but through profound insight. Her invocation of “intuitive grace” in the poem’s final lines is not merely poetic closure — it is a quiet manifesto for how we might live in the aftermath of progress. Elizabeth Moroz is not just a poet to be watched; she is a poet the world needs now. Her work stands among the finest of our time — courageous, intelligent, and soulfully awake.
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Cascading images of a world we live in where things are not always what the purport to be and often not what they should be or what we want. I love the complex rhyme introduced in this poem's beginning with beginning and end rhyme with play in the middle. Nicely thought out and worked through.
Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips.
I liked it!
This is just flowing with a long list of subjects and actions that are always as they appear to be, or in fact how we would like them to be. So well crafted and thought out, enjoyed the read
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