The One Who Rose AboveA Poem by transentienceKind of a sequel/reinterpretation of Ursula LeGuins classic.
Buried beneath the dancing depravity and rotted foot-chunks from those who tried to walk away, lay the corporeal remains of Omelas' perfectly forgotten flaw. Encased in mud and embalmed with s**t, the woeful little freak fertilizes their translucent tomb. Suffocated gasps send pressurized cracks across the hubristic lands. In emerald forests spiders get caught in a web of misunderstanding as they weave for the freedom of butterfly kisses. Leaves of maple trees come crashing down; from the wound a crimson ooze of sap decontaminates the ground. And the immaculate people atop their immaculate kingdom continue blissfully on in their immaculate ways. All the while, sprouting from the graves are hybrids of wings with eight-legged fangs--arachnisects infest to free the depraved. They take to the skies in a fluttering hue, hissing at people that scatter round their hallucinatory zoo. Beautifully, the morbidity redefines expectation. The surgeons of an alienistic creation nest into their skull-fucked gestations. A metamorphisis of celebration within the brains orgasmically wrapped cocoons. What sadistic pleasures of our kind; what turned avarice into wine and trickled down the thigh of viney womb? So plead the autocannibalistic shrill of Omelas in harmonious hymn; a parasitic dance shredding lust and romance from neglectfully shedded skin.
And what happened to that poor forgotten piece of a humanoid, grotesqued? That hideous anomaly of an ungodly disgrace? Well, let’s just say the arachnisects found perfection's flaw. © 2017 transentienceReviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 13, 2016 Last Updated on March 30, 2017 Tags: prose, poem, poetry, experimental, sequel, omelas, fantasy, science fiction, ursula leguin, the ones who walk away from omel AuthortransentienceBuena Park, CAAbout29. Writer, dreamer, musician, thinker, disabstractionist An empath who fights for what they believe in My mind is a blessing and a curse, but music keeps me balanced I tend to psychoanalyze .. more..Writing
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