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Tuesday, September 1, 2020

The Empty Set


Bound by doctrines of freedom, independence
Shackled to the ideal of autonomy, its contradictions
Waiting for a savior to emerge, living in the empty set

Alien priests and charlatans descend from the stars
Bargaining for the future with a wink and a nod, con-men
Selling pyramid schemes, bridges to the promised land

Remember the dream we were promised by Monroe
Manifest-destiny, genocide and terror, Westward Ho!

We blew the tops off mountains and set the prairie on fire
We cut the forests to the root, burying the grassland in dust
We poisoned the water, laced the air with toxins

Burning coal, pumping oil, smelting ore, splicing the atom
Celebrating freedom, liberty and progress, even as it kills us

We leapt from our peak, wings spread and falling in lament
A short flight for the broken-spirit, drowning in the lake of fire
Each and every aspiration, an occasion for disaster and ruin

We indemnified the priest who pushed us from the ledge
We circled the sun in tightening rings, decaying in our orbits

They sold us a seat at the electric circus, fed us styrofoam
We chased it with bile, a poor substitute for the body and blood
The synthetic eucharist, a gray-scale facsimile of the Son of Man

We abandoned the table of Mithra, the music of the spheres
Trying to recall the set of pinholes, piercing the curtain of night
The bright-silver lights, blinking in the dark, ghost of dead stars



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