[Suzerain of Sheol]

Taking Ari's advice, I have written a far more accessible poem. :)

Cave-In

it had to happen eventually
the half-life of the social edifice
regression toward the mean

a very special day

insane sophists lighting the pyre
finding kindling everywhere they look
Samsara to muddy ashes
6.62607004 x 10^-34 sparking up like jet fuel
immolation of the Cartesian id
poetry's holocaust

this is the metanoia of a solipsist
a god made of broken atomic clocks
a sphere crushed by failing imagination
thoughts like love and murder boiled into tedious dreams
every version of oneself cramped in a single brain

and the gorgon laid its kiss upon Sophia's lips
petrifying resurrection
still wet with the aborted sludge of the self-spawned aeon
the stillborn phoenix of human endeavor crashed to earth like a failing s-n

catatonic Bodhisattvas mainlining every potential of pain
the ur-truth of the sexual monomyth
meiosis on the suicide spectrum
sublime libido as the glimpse of a Seraphim

here and then gone
disintegrated carbon stirred by divine wind
the form and void of a nesting doll
the flayed skin of better philsophers peeling away

screams like the background microwaves of one of those universes that didn't work
one cosmic mind created by an idiot's scribal error
dead watches washing ashore on a random planet
proto-people killing god with an illiterate crucifix

a day to smash all the mirrors

a day to test if Charon is actually a capitalist

a day where we told the last good idea
I don't think so