Scree (Part 2)
Message from agent Bubo
Like some beautiful marble face encased by muck
history can also be favourably cleansed, dear friends!
(While, with the excellent results of God’s mysterious love
our opponents shall appear deservedly languishing in slime.)
Let us promote an end to psychic hierarchy and unpleasantness.
Indeed, we should find life energy-possessed.
Yet certain people still write about “infinite exhaustion”.
Alas! The toxic union which links sensitivity and depression has even engendered a reluctance to breed (producing more suffering).
Yes! Philosophical infections persist.
Among victims, doubt knots its unsettling intimations through their very bowels:
insidious as a tapeworm!
Thus, noticing how things decay (becoming fodder for plants, plus tiny repulsive organisms), these types dwell anxiously upon death.
Because they are without faith in soul’s renewal:
when signs release transcendent meaning.
Undestroyed by halted blood.
Rest assured, all your activities have a function.
Remember that discussing fallibility could form another nexus for weakness
or anal textuality.
If stressed, simply contact a nearby security centre, using the code, “Twinkle, twinkle, little star”.
Always remain confident over our collective power.
Repeat its positive mottos.
Just ignore any diabolic shapes
briefly sensed pulsing
1 recent item.
Mottos ? Oh yeah,
“From each according to his stupidity.
To each according to his greed.”
Until next time,
(This is part 2 of “Scree”, which I wrote at age 16.
Though basically prose, a few poetic elements crept in.
Art on the blog is mine: I hope you like it?
Comments are always welcome!
Thank you for reading.)
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