processus de qualia

processus de qualia

A Poem by delapruch
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na.

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whosoever finds themselves muttering

the process of their very own struggle “to be”

left in the woods for dogs,

face down in a gutter like poe &

drowning in one’s own vomit---

though

untainted by the neon strategies of western “democracies,”

such individuals

may in fact interpret this place

differently

to only one of us (one & each, each & one)

an apparent explanation is impossible---

still, the notion of explanation

gets thrown by the wayside,

it’s too hard for the average bear

to convey without props &

to explain is to take part in the explanation

(one cannot separate)

&

the innate false manner of the explanation

is like that of heisenberg’s

whereupon the stirring of the soup with the finger

taints the soup as a whole.

 

with only one cook in the kitchen

coming up with attempts to

describe the process of cooking

can be a great task which inevitably will end up as

nothing special &

eyes blur with tears of frustration at the inability to

communicate successfully. 

 

how vulgar animals that call themselves humans

take it to the next level, deciding just who are the

wretches, witches,

princes & princesses,

in a world of wolves who feast on

integrity

&

honesty,

might baffle the fleeting onlooker,

but to the studied eye,

history thus far

shows that if there can be found a way to silence you

you will be silenced, with

the biggest lies you ever did see while you were alive

fast replacing your screaming truths &

history shows that if you can’t be silenced, then

you will be put to death,

with the physical bodies of those you despised the most

when you were still breathing,

roaming the countryside to breed staggering amounts

so that your very memory will be extinguished,

gone,

like no one ever uttered your name.

 

the pattern is escapable &

the pattern lies here---

something needed to be told by one

will be snuffed out by the sick sneer of the

fat & greedy

whole,

it lives for the time when

one less contrary voice is heard---

SO

NEVER

STOP
YELLING.

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..

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