Obscurantism
Obscurantism
Sometimes the wellspring of
Myopic viators think us
Cankered fantods of bracketology
The heiligenschein of order;
They think the world is better
For its encroaching schema
To further divide good from evil
Until there is no safe ground for
Questions—stop production, baby!
Our voluble animus continues
And we are left looking at our
Disavowed judgments, wishing
For petrichor to divide our attention,
But instead, we are left with the
Aimless consumerism of
Divertissements and fashion.
Fuck your fashion, your plastic,
Your genetic modification: distribute
The resources equally
And then we can
Talk without my bathetic
And ballooned effort
To pity the sentiment.
Stop—what you eat
Buying—what you speak
Into-me—It-self