Monday, February 4, 2019

Warp Contrast


Pummeled reasoning,
conjured in flails of flames,
where gods play their mindless contests,
we sing songs of enslavement, 
praising with mockery,
reproached by the grid and gird of restraint, 
to civilize the normalcy of denial
and behesting to the adherence of madness,
this is where the fool separates duty from
obligation and rejects an unattainable barrier,
he's one abject useless energy,
a colorless ray of nothingness,
an empty atom,
lifeless antimatter,
ordinary baryonic matter,
benign quasar, 
an unharnessed starburst
strewn across the universe 
waiting for a spark from 
some quantum entanglement 
to become an unearthly supreme beacon
or some cosmic Frankenstein. 

- John Hardesty 



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