"the Womb of Nothingness"
Invention's intention to stave off
the madness of an inevitable demise
of all that is me, mine and I.
Let us create deities to please
and never look at the ground
beneath our feet with the dust
waiting to swallow me, mine and I.
Whole tribes rise up to defend
their holiest of holy
as the insanity of sacrifice
makes a slave of me, mine and I.
Madness. Its all madness
this fallopian tube journey to what purpose,
what Mystery controls this cosmic
spewing out of me's and mine's and I's?
What maudlin monster lies pushing
the wheel to cycle through speace/time?
I'd rather be swinging from a vine.
=========================Title is from the writings of
Emile Cioran describing "Matter" as
"the fruit of an outrage in the womb of nothingness."
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