Monday, September 24, 2018

The Thin Line



There, in the faintness of wonder lies
the macrocosm of sophistication 
where profound meets divinity and
where the microcosm of naivete 
wallows in an abject scheme
that undermine one's absurdity 
to reassure the epic strangulation
from this life in a harmonized fusion 
into the next world of fatalism; 
to defect in a consciousness of
becoming immortal and to
match this impermeable God
for whom is flawless and domineering;
yet, the inexactitude and indulgence 
of opulent fancies and inept whims
only attests to the indomitable 
weakness of mortals, who'll
never rise like the great Phoenix
because man is deceived by 
his own inequitable ignorance 
of being a God beyond being
an ineffective and incompetent
ungulate.  

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