Orgone TDM - Hymne à la beauté
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Excerpt:
A sun dial hammered into mutilated contours
Marking yet another earthly turn
Yet another mortal flash:
Histrionic scripts and stimuli
Unfurled to catalyze and provoke
Waves of pock-marked, ambivalent murderers
Denuded of humanity
To thrust bayonets
Through the ribs of their mirror image
Until numbness is achieved
Though the alternative suffices -
Thermonuclear detonation
In the seat of the soul
And those who coax and goad
Acts of obsequious barbarity
Can only
Burrow in the twilight of existence
In a feeble scramble
To outpace condemnation
And a limitless, wailing plummet
Down the chasm of eternal recurrence
Where their mantras
“the very fabric of the world is up for grabs”
“the flesh is mine to command and butcher”
Are intoned by their casualties
As calaveras literarias
Backed by a scordatura trio
By a fortissimo hacking of strings
Sealed in this echo chamber, the domain of those
Too depraved to relent
A sun dial hammered into mutilated contours
Marking yet another earthly turn
Yet another mortal flash:
Histrionic scripts and stimuli
Unfurled to catalyze and provoke
Waves of pock-marked, ambivalent murderers
Denuded of humanity
To thrust bayonets
Through the ribs of their mirror image
Until numbness is achieved
Though the alternative suffices -
Thermonuclear detonation
In the seat of the soul
And those who coax and goad
Acts of obsequious barbarity
Can only
Burrow in the twilight of existence
In a feeble scramble
To outpace condemnation
And a limitless, wailing plummet
Down the chasm of eternal recurrence
Where their mantras
“the very fabric of the world is up for grabs”
“the flesh is mine to command and butcher”
Are intoned by their casualties
As calaveras literarias
Backed by a scordatura trio
By a fortissimo hacking of strings
Sealed in this echo chamber, the domain of those
Too depraved to relent
