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
Orgone TDM - Mourning Dove The silver dove It beckoned me To a burning reel Of expired dreams “Pull a tab of my Saturnine cyanide And sleep.” The mourning dove A timbre
Orgone TDM - Trawling the Depths Excerpt: Above them presides a double-sided icon: A split, withering, iron pyrite face The totem of our age Before it they prostrate, implore and beseech “Who can I become to
Orgone TDM - Hymne à la beauté Excerpt: A sun dial hammered into mutilated contours Marking yet another earthly turn Yet another mortal flash: Histrionic scripts and stimuli Unfurled to catalyze and
Orgone TDM - Valley of the Locust Excerpt: The world’s story is a palimpsest: An array of undistilled, unfiltered, kaleidoscopic monologues Layered and congealed - Despicability and courage intermingled
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