Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Photisms
When sensorial automatism inflict its wound,
the detachment of normality
eclipses into an accessible surrealistic trance;
where divinity separates from the demonic,
and sparing stability of consciousness drifts
close to transcendentality,
where prophets, shamans, and seers
open this lucid world beyond the present;
St Paul, Joan of Arc, and Nostradamus envisioned
astounding apparitions of wonder and woe;
Constantine's cross appeared in the sky,
and lit the pathway to Christianity, and bloodthirsty
zealots have waged an onslaught of continuing wars
over the past several millennia ever since, and all glorified
by some madman's insane manifestations, that now
modern medicine, colleagues of science, and
any doctor practicing would have had the seer
admitted to an insane asylum.
- John Hardesty
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