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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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