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Infinite Reasons Why Rejecting Heaven Is Good For Your Health
There’s no such thing as a uniform of everything,
experiential neutrality,
event-sameness stretching all through life’s single hallway.
In unpragmatic paradise,
the walls are a featureless white. The ceiling is unrevolutionized,
so one can’t stand on the roof
where chaos soars. Bring me earth
where I follow the twisty flow
from matter to wave, moment to moment’s opposite
and then its opposite. Existence is not an only-child,
but fraternal twins,
one named order: the lazy eye
of the storm: chaos,
is the other.
Among the devastation,
boredom is not a disease. No. A necessity.
Something mundane as dust shades the wind, of extraordinariness,
otherwise invisible.
If seen everlastingly
it’s the new ordinary,
dopamine’s dictator accepted as the people.
The fishing rod’s infrequent luck glorifies the one catch of uniqueness: