What is this supposed
'pristine cognition?'
A poised and lean, emission-
free mentality?
Projections mar reality,
you say?
What originates from the Self,
in totality,
is but one uniform blemish
upon the face of the virgin
Existence?
I'm getting a bit of resistance...
less like rubber on the road,
more like sandpaper to the spirit.
Its vital fluids flowed
out from the point of friction,
painting impulse upon the world,
and you call this an affliction?
'To err is human, perfection is divine.'
Well, I'll keep the rusted bells
and out-of-tune whistles that come with me and mine.
We aren't flawless, we're a riot.
Less than lawless, exceeding quiet.
Bleeding piety, blind pilots
flying Frankensteinian planes.
In the plain light of day,
and under pain of death,
I swear to you that my 'sickness,'
is much more fun than all the rest,
this 'absence of dichotomy,'
you've been going on about.
It sounds a lot like a soul lobotomy
and I've got some reasonable doubts.
But you can keep what's good to you
if I can take what's good to me.
What's 'unenlightened,' in your view
is the biome within which I've evolved to see.
About the Creator
Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
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Love the last line. ✨