There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair, sings the Bard.

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I've known such evil that shakes the heart's core

and serves to remind: we're here dust to dust,

inner lit particles in outer space

blown through random corridors of nothing,

for nothing, by nothing, deconstructed

by abstractions and a leaky gestalt

that prevents a human from feeling whole

and purposeful, and leaves one vulnerable.

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Moment by moment, layer by layer,

we're diminished by factuality,

by a Copernican revolution

that takes away our center by the day.

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And this seems the real lesson of Eden:

To be awake to intention's evil.

Authors Website: https://tantricdispositionmatrix.substack.com/

Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.