It’s a sublimation bloodbath out
here,
And the only one I’ve murdered is me;
But I’ve heard you gotta give to be free.
Or in technical computer science terms…
What do
ALL the Good Books say?
The whole universe is a slave hard drive,
A host of confusion about primary and secondary
Greater memory of meaning, master communication,
Ghosted onto galaxies in stars.
Psychologically
speaking, a continuum, of
Binary signals clustered into complicated plots
Beyond human comprehensions, allowing projections,
So I can attribute to everything, what is on my mind.
So ALL
the Good Books say, sacrifice
And sublimation, is an essential task in life.
There is no authoritative right in sight
And I’ve got to cut out certainty’s heart,
Dismantle the very bones of clarity.
Offer the choicest morsels of my Ego
And my Id…
To the GREAT MAW of the UNKNOWN,
To the infrared spectrum of invisible truth,
So the light may devour my vagrancies.
I must slaughter
the fatted lamb of knowing,
To dwell in the home the Heavens sent
Between nothing and everything to repent.
It’s a sublimation bloodbath.
The old kidnapper’s
demand,
I've got to cut certainty and just pay the ransom,
If I ever want to be free,
If I ever want to see the rest,
of me, alive again.
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