Two Kings: A Distortion for MLK Day

Two Kings lay distorted upon the crucifiction of history, the riotous beside the just damned.

“I tell you the truth,” Martin voiced as he continued dying. “Do you think I did come to bring water to the earth, to drown out your suffering with hope? No, I tell you, but rather fire! Water is abundant upon this earth, but the passage is blocked. Burn all that you own, burn that which restricts the passage of peace.

"Today you shall be with me, seen in such great heights, I translated from my corpus and you obfuscated according to your callousum. But you will not remember me when you come upon your kingdom.”

"Take me up with you,” Barry said in reply, his ears clogged by the passage of his time. “Take me up with you, so that I may drop bombs from those great heights. That is the fire that I bring to those abroad in your name.”

This is, of course, a comparison of the conflation of the complexion of two central contributors to our culture to the cohortative crucifixion of a couple of criminals with the Christ character, the corpus in the comment being the corpse as well as the canon of comments cast into our cosmos by the Civil Rights champion while the callousum being a conscious commingling of callousness with the common codeword for our cerebral cortex.

Alternate ways of living #31b: It's just as possible that we’re actually born at the point of death with amazing precognitive powers, and as we age we simply forget more and more about our past.

Corpses brought to life by viruses, by sudden miracles of a body just warming up, with nascent knowledge of everything to come, regretful or comforted by what we've yet to do for certain and anxious and excited by things that have already happened, our preternatural powers growing stronger the more and more we block out the past and ignore what we've already done, eventually to be sucked back up into our parents, ad infinitum, forgetting more and more about science and returning to a state of oneness in the primordial ooze, in the big crunch that is the end of all matter and energy and time.

Billiards, then, a game of putting things back together, relationships a game of chance last meetings, entropy the law of the universe that in fact leads towards cohesion. Vomiting food out, depopulating the planet, large businesses callously cleaning up the environment and military aircraft flying around putting houses and people back together. Time being only a persistent illusion, indifferent to direction in regards to physics, how is this in any way not just as plausible as what we've been let to believe?

A Proem for the Year of the Serpent.

Leviathan 20:13:33: Take this cumulative step on that spinal staircase crafted through my anarchal masonry of your ancestral coccyx towards our abyss at the death of Christ, a confusion of the third magical numbers of physics and menstruation into a single ouroborosian revolution. Nothing is as bad as it could be. 

(If none of this makes sense, think of Kundalini Yoga. Think of Witchcraft. Think of where the Bavarian Illuminati got their blueprints. Think of numerology. Think of the Mayan Calendars and the Chinese Zodiac and how the Sun and the Moon appear to be the exact same size from our perspective on earth. Think of our tailbone and our basal ganglia and all the other things we stole from our squamatic cousins. Think of how seriously Leviticus 20:13 is taken compared to 13:33. Think about how none of this makes sense either, really.)