Nietzche
Bluelighter
Behold the pneumatic machinations of the westernmind!
Take heed of the crushing pressures applied
To move their pistons and keep their juices flowing . . .
And always give honor
Because it too has an albatross
An implied landscape
Picturesque and ancient
Steam down the spine of the snake
Into death’s other kingdom
Where the hollow men are filled
With the soft, weary, malignant mutterings
Of the mighty, permeated with hubris . . .
Have you taken the time to renounce Christ today?
I have.
And I will
Because I refuse to give faith to a god of the slaves
A friend of anolbos and oizyros
In whose name occidental engines drive
Inquisitized, crusaded and tried
Cast off and splayed
From the forest you ran
But to the forest you returned
And in the wilderness you remain
Your dreams are as primordial
As the simulacra
You dubded
reality
Take heed of the crushing pressures applied
To move their pistons and keep their juices flowing . . .
And always give honor
Because it too has an albatross
An implied landscape
Picturesque and ancient
Steam down the spine of the snake
Into death’s other kingdom
Where the hollow men are filled
With the soft, weary, malignant mutterings
Of the mighty, permeated with hubris . . .
Have you taken the time to renounce Christ today?
I have.
And I will
Because I refuse to give faith to a god of the slaves
A friend of anolbos and oizyros
In whose name occidental engines drive
Inquisitized, crusaded and tried
Cast off and splayed
From the forest you ran
But to the forest you returned
And in the wilderness you remain
Your dreams are as primordial
As the simulacra
You dubded
reality
