"Two Ducks on the Open Sea (Or, ‘Quack’) - Poem by BW Derge from "The Sun Will Eat You, Too" - written in 2023
Two Ducks on the Open Sea (Or, ‘Quack’)
Alive, at last,
I arrive at last
To the open sea to see two truths:
The paradoxes to construct set theory-
Indeed, the pair of ducks comprising
The Universe Itself- !
The loops, spins, and cosmic cycles
Of every macro and micro scale-
Quack at the borderlines between
And proclaim it to be the Velcro scale.
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You see, this is all very silly to me;
The absurdity of this existence,
As it gets trapped briefly
In a bodily entrapment;
The scales on the snake skin
Enclosing me- closing in on me.
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The attachment is a troublesome thing.
It brings a fear of change,
It brings the illusions of pain and death-
It makes the spirit forget
It Is Within Eternity.
-
Conway’s soldiers always striving,
But never reaching
The fifth line of the chess board.
Yet in striving, we may get a taste of Beauty
Through the mystic twists of this infinity-
But we forget.
We get convinced
The Trivial Judgment of Strangers
Actually matters…
We uphold
The Awful Traditions and Customs
That concoct
An awful, cold reality
That became the backdrop
For the human species.
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And so there is endless pain and suffering
All deriving from the political,
Socioeconomical, comical
Hamster-wheel dream
That somehow promises a hope for everything-
If you just sacrifice the Soul
For forty to eighty years
And work for a living-
The system’s gears churn onward,
Fueled by the desire of avaricious fools
Who know the whole thing breaks
If they give away too much wealth.
If the peasants ever get enough
To stop chasing carrots
So they can open their eyes
To Breathe and Think,
To look around and notice
How bad they’ve been getting fucked…
Then the gig is up.
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The duo of ducks
Just gave their last fuck-
So while trees burn, cities flood,
And mountains crumble,
Buddha is off somewhere ,
Chanting about desire-
How it always leads to pain and suffering…
Remember, please, that you are really eternal
And the Earth might actually be Beautiful.
But desires blind the eyes
For the benefit of the ego,
Which can lead to pathways to parks
Within the Human Mind
Where it’s a real shithole.
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But at last, I am alive.
I am back.
At last I have arrived
At the open sea to see
The only two truths
That ever rest before me:
It is absurd, and
The Truth Cannot Be True.
"Two Ducks on the Open Sea" (or, Quack)
by BW Derge
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Poem was originally written in 2023
