Postmodern Light

(collaboration of The Society of Brain Dead Amputees)


A flash of light
comes from above
to strike the mind and heart —
This lightening
shocks, illuminates & purifies
Clean the soul
& return to the point of origin

But, what is this that we’re talking about,
concerning matters of which the old
theologies of light, the cults of origin,
and pagan spree of mad cows seething?
the field of confused dreams

dangling Numens
from the colorless
background of unoriginal
uniformities,
conformities without
principles, meanings
crumbled to sea-dust

The pride of the nocturnal
Fish, the inimical
explicitness of
unmystical poesy

The light is within us all
We just have to reach deep
With our minds & our souls
Put aside our physical functions
except for those bodily & vitally,
of course

Most consider this to be
Meditation
I, myself, consider this
a time out
A time out of our routine
& ordinary

In order to achieve this,
we must
let go
of all Doing &
thinking that nothing has transcended

our now open selves

into a realm
beyond physical comprehension

A realm
where we will
truly see the light

Upset the habits that consume you,
and change your perspective,
Your point of knowledge
& levels of awareness,
to shift the world we know
into existing realms,
that, although, are fantastical,
are far from fantasy.

It is a tightrope one must walk,
yet, also a journey,
that requires
strength, endurance and care.

Society and truth,
this world and that,
Light the darkness in all corners,
in all realms,
to see the secrets
that are hidden.

Nevertheless,
we may once again infer or surmise
a peneral streak
of the mystical rhetoric
of
compressed sob,

the repressed mechanism of night
oozing out into an open
Field of confused players
under many opaque
stars of
dangling worlds,

the esthete’s
Fascination with
the secret of things,
the perverse intellect’s vices
and consuming
Being and oozing out
the nonbeing of
Postmodernism