Epigraph Becomes Epitaph

by Jacob Martino, MA and GCAS Ph.D. Researcher in Politics

Etched into

an epigraph,

the epic hath

unfolded

In-                              

To:  One.

No longer two

sides. Its story

had become

an epitaph.

Resolution cannot guide                             what            we                           hide

as we confide                         

our drive to

         d      i       s      s      o      l       u      t       i       o      n.

The distinction between

Thanatos and Eros

might seem

greater than

the tension

they bring.

Beyond the pleasure

and the pain,

an oceanic feeling,

feigned a fain

of particular totality.

But, I knew

that

history didn’t see 

its subjectivity.

For, it was

an epiphany,

felt in thought,

reflection brought,

what was taught,

becoming

an epitome.

A priori       the pinnacle,

myopically

sought, what had been fought among

The Elders’ Way

     &

The Great Vehicle,

they

debated       

  a-way

what

it

means 

to

follow

the

Middle

Way

if through Samādhi

can one be-

-come an Anāgāmi?

This was not too

dissimilar from

Ideal Ego & Ego Ideal

State-of-Being or To-Become

cogito, ergo sum

Qua        psychoanalytical

From dark to light

Hellish cold and hellish warm,

Consciousness did adorn

its own answers

to its fright. 

They say,

and continue

to do anyway.

They pray,

in the pew.

as nonbelievers

of Judgement Day.

What we fear most

is fear itself.

Death has no depth. 

Apprehension

of Self,

fully prepped

for all that’s

 left.

Are we complete?

If we can’t

compulsively repeat,

or make Real,

the traumatic

kernel  p      P

               o               

                                                                                 before we stop?

We can disavowal at most.

Only tension exists

which is what creates

rivers       of     consciousness

                                                                     from:                       isolated | single          

d

r

i

p

s

                                 .

As infinity      

                                 U     N     F      O     L      D     S

I  T

B     E      C     O     M     E      S

O     N     E

Subjectively,

It Becomes.

P.S. ∞ / 0  = 1