Rotating Black Cores at the Heart

Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.

Rotating black cores at the heart, enrapt
In common pleasure receptor joys and
Razor wire paranoid delusions of the prevailing
Consensual Weltanschauung, inculcate these
Living robots to lives of consumption
And kneejerk operant conditioning, while
All around the unheard voice of God booms on
In re-echoing volumes. Whether you already

Know what you don't know, or revelation
Strikes you like a thunderbolt of divine
Enlightenment, or you reprogram your neurons
In strange, unprecedented configurations that
Drop the rollercoaster mind precipitately into
Alien forms of thought fore-destined to bear up
The next paradigm of creativity or reason, the
Moment requires a hunger for love of insight, for

Reaching beyond the unimpeachable madness of our
Rational, everyday lives. It is the moment of insight
That beckons some souls to a deeper reality that
So few ever waken to or sense, and these can
Scarcely be burlesqued or spurned for their eyes
That never learned to see, their ears that never learned
To hear. Their toxic siren dream is more compelling by far
Than the beautiful will-o'-wisps that you're pursuing.