Orgone TDM - Schemes of Fulfillment

Excerpt:
Each faction gazes at the solar eclipse
Projecting sacred meaning
Or lauding uniform meaninglessness
And in the burning of retinae
An intimation of validation appears
The argot, gestures, and shibboleth
Of each deluded faction are
Confirmed, vindicated, sanctified

A walled-in track of confirmation bias
Devolution from venial to cardinal scale
In the attempt to pierce the veil of the
Unfathomable, unleashed is
Unfathomable simplification

Serеnade the wretch again
Entanglе him in ignorance
Cast the inert figurine
Impart regression to the mean

And the salve of quasi-meditative warmth
Accompanies a litany of platitudes
That praise “a mathematically infallible happiness”
For those who can escape
To secular, materialist compounds
Prefabricated hovels for prefabricated minds
Silo-dwellers, applauding legislated enlightenment
Where Fragrance is sprayed from the sky
To obscure the smell of rot
While urban trees with plaques
Capture the beneficent acts
Of institutional philanthropy
All permutations of the same pathology
Grasping towards coherence
All meaning delegated
All strain of interpretation outsourced
To the engineers of human souls

Consent request to kneel and grovel
Shepherded from the wickedness
Of life’s inherent suffering
But once extracted from the murk
So perishes all dignity and autonomy
The cold clarity of a curated Potemkin tomb

All cumulative potential
Reduced to a choice:
Which tablet of stone best subdues my restlessness?
Which pablum of behavioral dictates
Thus and forever, steers my nature?

All that must be and can be possessed
Is already possessed
And the desperate striving
For external consolation
Defaces the
One paradoxical template
Which cannot be replicated:
The autodidact’s pursuit of total freedom
Cowards can only perceive the rejection of nonbeing
As a lack of comprehension, an unrefined palette
A lack of morbid sophistication
Failed cultivation of the thirst
For the fentanyl of one-dimensional
Schemes of fulfillment: whether pious or depraved
It’s preferable to wander accursed in exile
Than to abide in permanent self-revulsion
Indebted to any cult: a languishing receptor
Pacified