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God is Dread
by Sudeep Adhikari

 


 

Yes, I want to read me the Tao Te Ching

today. Or some Gödel, Heisenberg, and absurd Zen koans

I am bored, please electrify me with

antinomies and mind-fucks. The day has gone too

straight; it is too Coldplay.

  

 

I hang my world by the gossamer void 

I churn senses, from the flux of campus shootings,

failing dams, and the soil that melts like

skin of a zombie in some B-grade Hollywood flick.

 

 

I am not complaining. I am just playing an archdiocese

of my existential territory , on a day that stretches like a

global-warming debate on internet.

 

And believe me, it is still better than kissing ass

of a self-help guru, reading a truly depressing inspirational

quote on Facebook, or doing any other philosophical

gymnastics on ethics or meaning of life.

 

 

But you know what? I know a face which has not

learned  to pretend yet. And that will do fine

to make  a God from the porcelain of my rosy dreads.

 


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