Reaching for the Singularity

A collapsed ode to conformity.

Fading ink etched in skin and sharp, pressed khaki’s invert. The faceless grind of time loops then bends, wearing smooth the details. Paths of rough, coarse stone stretch and become elastic, an even path to well-worn ideals where the near blind suffer their individuality. Masses fold and recombine with a practiced smirk into the many-armed Goddess, wreaking destruction to purge and reanoint her children, the blessed fools. Her reflection catches her eye and she can’t help but wonder at her beauty.

Reviews

[Quill~]

A poetic read... in fact, I found this very intriguing. :)

(Forgive me, I don't know much about Shiva)
Whether we conform or follow our own path, breaking down or purging can be a good thing, you may find the true beauty of singularity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

society loves herself, wonders at her own beauty, and yet...the ink is fading, time is bending and the stone is coarse, rough...the ideals are worn and masses today combine and fold...rather than trying for change, the destruction is found in the apathy...

a stream of consciousness write that has many variables, and enough abstractness to apply to several different connotations.

jacob

[Brad MacDonald]

Thanks, Jacob! I'm happy to hear thats what you saw in the piece.

[Awakened Rose]

"Her reflection catches her eye and she can't help but wonder at her beauty" Beautiful... I love the different contrasts of this poem. Reminds me of infinity... thank you for sharing :)

[Brad MacDonald]

I'm genuinely touched that something I wrote about our self-destructive tendencies would be described as "beautiful". Thanks for reading and taking the time to leave some thoughts.