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An evocative poem by Amrita, exclusively for Different Truths.
“Taranamah”, the stellar directory Hark-Ye charted his course by, made a spectacular error! A once in zillennium parabolic curve, That steered his ship of dreams straight Out of subspace. The domain where Pure thought reigned, Into inter-galactic space Where flesh, bone and blood Forged from stellar dust Was entirely possible. It was horrendous Fall A come down Beyond all shame. To eat, drink and breathe, Oh! The horror, To feel, to sweat, To procreate, on This dust laden Terrestrial ball. Before we had maggot Infested bodies, We were light, Sparkles of enlightenment That rode dust motes. Peans were we Cognate of all subjects. We were vivid visualisers Transgressors of our own Boundaries and limitations, We had indeed created Humanity as hypothesis of non-viability, Teleological abortive causation In abstract. Thus was in agreement With So, It was unanimous between Therefore And because Reason pitched in with lengthy dissertations Humankind would be an abomination. Poetaster, Eros, Mythos conspired as Logos made a decision. Logic could not be in error. But Anomaly arose and So, the Inevitable happened, Taranamah was corrupted By of all things, Reasonable doubt and supposition. The storyteller and bard Of Impossible notions Had their way At last. We fell From our high forefathers Our Glorious past, Into the strange, contradictory Land of the Living. Souls cocooned in stardust. The rain fell on our skin Which burnt Tears trickled from eyes That was stupefied When Eves’ fingers Tenderly wiped them away. Thus, Lustily We fell into Humanity and Love.
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