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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 >}}