I just think how the leaves can sustain
themselves in frosty weather? How does the
chlorophyll in their bloodstreams save them from
mildewing, unlike flotsam timber caught in the
slipstream of partly frozen rivers?! And I think,
there is no deep-freeze on the past! The landslide
brings it down the snow-covered mountains,
like hard soil unearthed again, not permafrost!
I am just divining the messages encoded in my DNA, RNA
that scientists haven’t discovered yet; like an exploration
of a long-lost Motherland. There were many times
I said: “Screw it!”, to the present; because I have no
Illusions about it. I can’t be 28 every day. And its decrepitude
has no consoling rectitude. And I never did condone evil!
Talk of forgiving the hyenas, who are keen to press their
fangs into victims without remorse, again and again.
And someone out there tells me to turn the other cheek!
Would you reckon I want my soul to be rapined as well
as my flesh and blood would be? Or do you think there was a solution to
Mars being infiltrated by evil aliens, compelling its destruction!
So, would be Atlantis, slipping like an onion-peel under the Antarctic!
There is an insidious abjection in the present that marks
a Rubicon as a point of no return; where the ice point leaves all
the fake gimmickry unthawing and non-resilient to the eventuality
of the apocalyptic explosion! Yet, I see my Mars as a young planet
waiting for the succour of restitution. Did you think Jacob had
only a shtik to play for your convenience! He may have loved Dan and Reuben,
but he panged eternally in despair for his stolen Joseph! I am still very much in love
with all those I love, in the past and unseemly present, and the future.
Her contralto voice keeps humming over my resplendent Mount
Olympus Mons of yore, becoming an alto in the memory of its
verdant slopes. I am not only James digging the past for his Sarah(!),
I am looking for what the presumptuous conscience-abandoning evil forbade –
the infinite tiny point (bindu) of the beginning!
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