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*******, modernity!
Hail ye, postmodernity!
Let me celebrate the loss and chaos fully festively.
Beyond the fissures of heart, is a world so fissured that they speak of infinite mosaic and mini-worlds;
As if the universe were a map of man's heart.
I see in vision--- oh vision! Without vision life is nothingness.
I see in vision the innate mortality,
Mortality of man's existence and reason, of death and feeling.
And then the hope, yes hope!
Hope that makes your actions smaller and smaller.
you have big illusions but you do small deeds,
in hope that miracles would happen...
But celebrate your barrenness because you cannot blame gods.
It is forbidden to blame gods.
******* postmodernity!
You have more gods than men.
It was shallow water, rippling
a watery moon quivering
on the surface seen
It was night fire
burning water into steam
gray smoke screened
It was willful drowning
upon a lily bed of lies
parched a wilted garden
slowly withers, dies
To all who stop by here to read this poem and to those who have left comments, I thank you for your every kindness.
XO

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