Medical Sonnet #5
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Read MoreAncestral studies pair best with impermanence. Devote ourselves to the former, and we tend toward melodrama. Devote ourselves to the latter, and we spiral into an existential void, or become overly identified with a system that emphasizes a lack of identity. Our indigenous heritage is like a hearth fire that animates Buddhism, prevents it from being what it is not—cold, stripped of id, abolishing names in terrifying unity. Impermanence is warm and alive. Impermanence is the loyal dog at our feet. Its reductive quality focuses us, clears our head like a good shower.
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Read MoreSometimes I feel like a dying star; the muses ride me hard in wasteful explosions. It’s garish. The space around me teems. Hermits and astronomers know that you can find a dying star wherever space is ample. And only there.
Read MoreShall I compare thee to a cloggèd lane?
The king’s road should but flowe with ease,
But here the horses lurch and strain.
Or to a danse, if yt you please?
Thou duck in darkened corners, meek,
And shirk the beat in stagnant pain.
Or to a drunkèn captain’s fleet
with no North Star in night’s terrain?
And too few knots to stay the course.
Or to the gnarled oxen’s knees
That lumber through the blooming gorse?
Whose remedie the swell doth ease.
Or to a world together held by modesty in vain
while you stand out as painfully as an Americain.
Disowned qualities orbit us like little moons. When we deny darkness, we stabilize its orbit, and keep it circling us closely. We cannot disown anyone, much less those who bring our deepest sickness to the surface. We cannot disown Dylann Roof any more than the liver can disown the kidneys. Large-scale dysfunction, systemic suffering, and death result.
Read MoreOur ancestors express the miraculous scope of improbable unions that gave rise to us. When we deny those who have given us our eyes, our gifts, our bones, we insult everything that has enabled our existence. When we identify as transgender, agender, or gender-fluid, we still embody the same history. We're still the same little live wire at forefront of a particular and vast ancestral circuitry.
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