8/27/23

Desiderata of the Spiritually Dead (poem)

 

The spiritually dead can’t be killed again
born in death they remain in death
eternally

  Something could disturb the dogmatic slumber
while high roads rumble
the future never rests

  Perchance to dream
spears through gathered twilight
without a sense of it at all

  A spark, the call
to eternal life presented
to wake the dead went unheeded

  A white throne’s eternal judgment
while staring out into deep space
from a mountainside

Technology libraries up notches
cut into force fields
binding  nothingness together.

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