eternal death
Aleph-Null 2.0
Aleph-null, the smallest infinite cardinal number
Extruded from a loving womb,
one is separate yet alive,
sweating at the fount of mother-milk
in an endless struggle
To survive;
Roaming a hostile peopled world
to find whatever proof one can
of storied human kindliness
and love for other than
the Self;
Where food and shelter and justice,
Are always private property
bought and sold cynically
with lies and bartered
Liberty.
Among shards of broken nations,
damned by a million deities,
for greed and sanguine sinning
in nature’s cruel race;
Or Winning.
One may logically condemn
The laws of jealous warring gods
And acts of baseless manly fear,
And claim humanity’s time is now
and Here,
Caring not if time reveals
If we are blessed or cursed
on this floating crust of earth
by eternal life, or death,
Or Birth.
.
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Aleph-Null
The smallest infinite cardinal number:
Extruded from a loving womb,
one is separate yet alive,
sweating at the fount of mother-milk
in an endless struggle
To survive;
One roams a hostile peopled world
to find whatever proof one can
of storied human kindliness
and love for other than
The Self;
Where food, shelter, and justice,
Like goods or private property
Are bought and sold through
lies and bartered
Liberty.
Among shards of broken nations,
One is damned by jealous gods,
for greed and sanguine sinning
in nature’s cruel race,
Or Winning.
Sometime in old age or youth
One learns that every being,
every object, every truth,
is an expression of
Oneself.
Alive or dead, every thing,
waits or wanders here on earth
in hope—and fear–that time will bring
eternal death; or life;
or Eternal Birth.
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