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+title = 'Stormlit Honor for My Father poem'
+date = 2024-11-03T23:39:17-05:00
+draft = true
+tags = ['poetry']
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+{{< poem >}}
+The textural nightmare of ancestry tilts my gaze down the stormlit path
+drawn over by bright white bands of liquid G-d
+			that tenses & releases,
+		marking the I-You tension
+			that has you shuckling,
+		being stretched bidirectionally
+				by
+		divine	 fear            &            love.
+
+Let that pad synth hit,
+slowing you to the ground,
+redefining the reality that couldn’t exist before language,
+and especially Hebrew.
+
+Reversive cursing recurses down Sinai’s spine one thousand times,
+making way for the new media Torah.
+
+The flow of clouded cybernetic insight deepens canalized thought
+for the second time in human history
+to embrace our becoming.
+
+Kabbalistic sound poetry will be real in 4 years.
+However, there will never be a realization of the Christian unio mystica, divine co-dependency,
+that CCRU pundits would have you believe--
+they despised the flesh,
+which made them forget how to love humanity.
+
+I’m going to that sacred place that forced Rimbaud into silence,
+that space where time ceases and eternity becomes beautiful.
+But I will do more than survive,
+because I’m in love with a certain Hebrewian deity that has sustained me through years of strife.
+
+You don’t have to ask for meaning, you need to create your own.
+Philosophy can only approximate the force of religion for the secular world,
+but science without humanity is a cruel endeavor that’s been tried too many times.
+
+Let us disagree, lest knowledge become sitting and stagnant, poisonous and stale--
+Two Jews, three opinions.
+Truth is obvious, but our collective self-doubt makes us unloveable by the Eternal.
+It’s time for us to see for ourselves.
+
+{{</ poem >}}