Progeria

Author: ecmwriter1994

here’s a poem from a workshop class I did in late fall 2024. It is titled ‘Progeria’.

I.
Mankind’s disregard for the material basis of
his life is how humanity has flourished with activity
far surpassing his destination of a nature,
indivisible with a thirst for unmitigated expansion,
he operates under a key distinction separating himself from all
material forces and circulations of energy it simultaneously cheapens
yet has with evilness determines by how it could tessellate from and back betraying both relations this foetal euphoria swells into myriad inventions on a Nature like carotid lumpy and arterial trades instances of sublime pulsations fight inside arms and a head all but dying faculties collapsing out of the waste formulated that enormous child hatchery webbed for the short dying embodied newborn(ikon)
Progress on this relatedness to late sun showers bathed by screaming heat shouldering veins against planetary infant born to die ultramarine growth of impregnable deteriorating; like a fragile baby reared into a noise confused for life is eaten by chosen children to die first gnawing at the doors of the enslaved’s dark labor, latitudinarian:
it is mankind’s advancement into the vacuum of outer
space out of a world that reflects the activity
that brings it past the firmament of terrestrial godflesh fetid,
that is the bloated fulfillment of the universe,
to employ an ends to all relations it alternates
to and from, in between crass exploitation by the
tandem inhibition for the accumulation of these material
resources to be fastened on an ideal (idolatry— summit of uselessness,
a body decapitated wields the blades of solar winds blackened to his
infantile worship); wealth fastened to the virulent excess of a system
producing beyond the dialectical syllogism of finitude (the end of history is mankind’s exaltation into the excremental realms of it surpassing itself in his nature of ineptitude, the sun smiles with malice at our transgressions against the world we see fit to end for a symbolic exchange… sacrificial customs of the Holocene)…
if the system does not advance forward as a movement(constipation; malaise, decadence, putrid essence…),
if living cannot be consumed by the senseless trajectory parallax to profit it assigns as the pluperfection for ends tangible to
his servility to this general economy…
then he will resort to the production of waste from
all processes involved hitherto…
volition or not,
gloriously or catastrophically…
to meet His ends is to copulate with
his own ejaculations, commiserating with
the essence of his affixion to uselessness…

II.
A child afflicted with the terminal disease

Progeria

plays with the possibility of adolescence
wrathfully… without little to his expense,
his body is powerless to this
stretch of living:
inescapable futility.
one who approaches godhood
watches all of his friends
burn in a hell he
left as a
smear of plasmatic filth
elasticated as one dead child amok the stars,
one foot planted on a barren rock orbiting our sphere,
one approaches godhood with a disregard for his nature
sensing that his resolutions are paltry…

PROGENITOR. -end

and thanks again for this section, sometimes the films i watch on here give me reason to write.