{"id":28347,"date":"2016-08-14T07:33:53","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T11:33:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=28347"},"modified":"2016-08-14T07:33:53","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T11:33:53","slug":"23-a-human-anomaly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/23-a-human-anomaly\/","title":{"rendered":"#23 – A Human Anomaly"},"content":{"rendered":"

Manifest the buoyancy of breath beyond time,
\n<\/span>beyond the whispers of those before and those not quite yet.
\n<\/span>A place where substance originates as shadow
\n<\/span>and symbols are dismantled within the tears of mankind.
\n<\/span>The place where light is not luminescence but an absence of dark
\n<\/span>and darkness is not the omission of light but the abscission of hope.<\/span><\/p>\n

Be faithful to the ways of elders, as you forge new entries,
\n<\/span>new boundaries unknown to the prior guardians of youth,
\n<\/span>their guidance is structural not judgment, nor, ideology.
\n<\/span>My father broke away from his father, as I broke away from him,
\n<\/span>to assess a world new to my being and half-hidden to all fathers.
\n<\/span>Truth lies among unseen connections, yet, it remains the grand illusion<\/span><\/p>\n

Do not seek yourself within others, more likely, they are within you,
\n<\/span>within your projection of their beings broadcast into the ether,
\n<\/span>reflected and bent throughout on invisible curvatures of egotism.
\n<\/span>Beware the prisons of logic and the dichotomy of breathing life,
\n<\/span>in minutiae is seen quilted patterns of thought appearing as truth
\n<\/span>disregarding the myriad fractal illustrations creating existence.<\/span><\/p>\n

Living is seen as movement and the allusive direction of motion,
\n<\/span>as all universal structures hurtle toward destruction, man survives
\n<\/span>in isolation, a figment of his imagination and righteousness.
\n<\/span>Failing the evidence of nothing, voids become bloated deceptions,
\n<\/span>inducing belonging and camaraderie with the unexplainable
\n<\/span>through threaded strings of physics and god(s) and self-ignorance.<\/span><\/p>\n

Living is seen as movement, and, love, the peace of stillness,
\n<\/span>borne of the heart in visceral exultation, affecting its possession
\n<\/span>Nothing is possessed; There is nothing to possess; All is nothing.
\n<\/span>Within nonexistence resides the beauty and ability of sight.
\n<\/span>Within our nihilistic blindness, light mingles with the darkness of space,
\n<\/span>and, we belong to all things, in all ways, without self’s pretensions.<\/span><\/p>\n

We are vessels re-purposed to receive the sediments of presence,
\n<\/span>temporary shelters and feeding mechanisms for creatures
\n<\/span>and entities and mysteryial magics to hold for moments, then release
\n<\/span>The relinquishment is love, the acquisition is life, knowing is peace.
\n<\/span>I am a being only through thought, for which there is no cure,
\n<\/span>yet, my being obfuscates thought, mimicking things more tangible<\/span><\/p>\n

I am the wind, an invisible force and energy, constructed of whispering
\n<\/span>I am the oceans, a collection of billions of particles casually assembled
\n<\/span>I am fire, endlessly consuming the essence of life’s sustenance to survive
\n<\/span>I am man, the consummation of the Mother and the Father, transcending
\n<\/span>Me, the nothing to myself, and, the everything to those things about me
\n<\/span>Me, the treacherous enemy of peace, and, the devoutest seeker of its caress<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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