Hyperdivinity
how is it real?
The prefix hyper-
means above, beyond,
excessive, or existing
in a space apart from
three dimensions,
or bridging points
within an entity
non-sequentially.
Hyperdivinity
implies the distinction
of the holy being
perfected, or possibly
that it constantly
transcends supremacy
breaking new ground
as it goes, we don't know.
Hyperdivinity
The quality or state
of proceeding
directly from God,
I think we can all agree
we must all have that
in common, our God-
given divinity ('God' in
the sense of its being
a word meant to re-
present something we
don't really understand,
so to speak, or to write,
am I right?).
So there you go,
why can't we go
with the gospel
of "we don't know"
remains a mystery
to me and if you
cannot see that then
we're left afraid and
blind to each other.
Hyperdivinity
means accelerating
the pace towards
accepting our place
as the next generation
of Inheritors of the
Stewardship of Earth.
Hyperdivinity
A home built below
A home built below
ground may fare
better during
certain calamitous
weather events.
Hyperdivinity
becomes necessary
when confronted
with such titanic
forces as the super
storms generated
from green house
effects and the
environmental
challenge of an era
stemming from a post
industrial revolution
and during which fossil
fuel burning is still peaking
among several competing
first world nations.
Hyperdivinity
is taking care
to concentrate on
the smaller details
surrounding us,
such as the honey bees
and how they along with
the bats and birds
and frogs and butterflies
and almost everything else
are being killed off
by the neonictinoids
and plethora of chemicals
we unwittingly promote
in our abysmal group
mentality which dictates
we must have a perfect
trimmed lawn free
of dandelions.
That is a suicide world
if I ever thought of one.
I couldn't have come up
with a more twisted and
lethal of an ironic trap
as that even if I were
attempting to win
a contest for writing
the cruelest and most
terrifying novel.
Hyperdivinity,
Hyperdivinity,
What we have here
right around us
while we're living
and breathing it
is the real thing,
an unleashed creation
with a mind all its own
by now geared with
the incessant fueling
of post-war economic
breakdowns and the
smothered suffering
of generations of dis-
enfranchised people
teetering on the decks
of a fleet of unmoored
ships sailing east further
north than usual amid
isolated icebergs under
isolated icebergs under
a clear midnight sky
with the Milky Way
bisected into a luminous
vertical Rorschach
mirror dead ahead.
Hyperdivinity,
This old oak redshift
tree our titanic endeavor
through this vicinity
of space, a-whirl
about our dark nexus
at the galactic core,
in unison along with
billions of additional
stars such as ours
as if being lazily mixed
in a cosmic maelstrom
by an invisible hand;
if you're getting
by an invisible hand;
if you're getting
a sense of this being
a cooking reference,
that is because it may
certainly be, we are in
effect being prepared
as in a great stew, but
for what purpose-?
As food of the Gods,
Is it even within our
Is it even within our
capacity to correctly
deduce our supernal
autocannibalism?
autocannibalism?
Otherwise let they
who despise the idea
of any orders above
their own continue
to insist the great
cosmic formations
upon which we all
exist are generated
by random accident.
Mean while we all
ride along the eternal
wave towards the un-
imaginable shore.
as planet Earth.
Much older
than previously
imagined and
currently thought,
our home planet
is far more than
just an unusual
platform carrying
us all, over eight
billion and growing,
on an unprecedented
journey through outer
space; and it's more
than just another
gigantic living
creature curled
up with a molten
core for a heart
singing with electro-
magnetic radiation;
it's something
which we are
barely coming
to terms with
understanding
fundamental
principles of,
but which none-
theless features
a uniqueness
misconstrued
by the leading
hopeful edge in
scientific circles.
Actuality, how is it
divine beyond our
intellectual grasp?
Soon we'll find
our selves gasping
for air in the desert
of hyperdivinity.
Soon we will
each breathe
in the nectar
of the vacuum.
Like a ‘deceptive cadence’ in music that takes listeners unaware by moving a musical phrase in an unexpected way, “Old Oaken Redshift Tree” surprises the reader by sliding from sublime to banal, repeatedly taking us off guard. A cosmic hymn (or dirge?) for our derelict species.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this wonderful observation, Al. Let's consider it a crossover of the two forms of music. A dim demiurge, shall we say, to nudge the half asleep toward awakening...and listening...to hear the music...which always helps to vex us into consciousness. Siren serenade.
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