7 okt. 2018

a new draft for a poem

ZARTOSHT AND THE TETRAHEDRON OF FIRE

zartosht came storming down the hillside
with a tail of serpents and moth-clouds
and zartosht proclaimed high the vision
of a man made out of flesh
 but of a flesh made out of steel
  and his fingers were as knives
    and an aura of oil and emptiness
       emitted out from an iron anus,
            scolding hot,
               burning from the lava heat
                  and Gods' fumigating feces
 
  and this flesh of steel
    it gleams like a weapon in the sun
  and ahura mazda rejoices over this matter; yes
    ahura mazda rejoices and celebrates
   over man as principle, as beast, and as man
   for ahura mazda acknowledges the human pursuit
   for knowledge,
    and how the human
       expects and inquires about it, never stopping:

      zartosht revealed himself
      shining in armor and embellished with the ruby crown
   his sword is sharp and it is indeed craftful;
     it is forged in a blacksmith on the moor 
   with tools looted from the tribes of barbarians to the east
  and the fire which bound the metals
         was indeed the fire of ahura mazda.

verily, the solar king decrees
  from the pulpit of existentialism:
the aura of the human spirit
 is full of carbon subnitride
  and the enemy
   is a ghost made of sparks and faint lights
 emitting electro-thermal death
  five thousand degrees hotter than the human heart

what can we do about such a thing?

     a new explanatory model
    and a religious underpinning
      to how we ought to explain
          the mechanisms of the fire tetrahedron
         has been sought but thus not found;
           zartoosht himself sought the wisdoms of the mountain
           but came down therefrom a man transformed
              into a wolf and a fool one half each

         for he crossed the tetrahedron
                    of fire

his breath has become the vapor of gasoline
and his flesh has turned into coal;
his body is  covered in an oil of existence
  which forces him into refuge from worlds
because everywhere there are sparks, thunders and phosphor
and he can not yet afford becoming the fire of ahura mazda
 because he has not yet enough oxygen to nurture its flame into eternity

   weary and destitute
        zartoosht grabs his wandering staff
        and consults the star-sky for a direction towards the silence of days
                 and the holy flame extirpated unattendedly
                    in the morning thereafter because no one cared;
                        no one could be bothered; all slept in that morning,
                        for it was a festive night before it,
                           it was the night when the prophet left the townsfolk
                               to soil themselves with their spiritual dirt
                                 to mismanage and malnourish the flame
                                  and to welter in ahriman's vicious debaucheries...

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