Obsidian Eagle's Blasphemous Bazaar - avant-garde poetics, indie publishing, nom-de-plume

Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar

META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010

Life Itself IS Poetry!

Life Itself IS Poetry!

Poets are just puppets for the muses
Parrots whom inspiration confuses

Their admirers? Mute and deaf.
A surface bubbles but from its depth!

Oh blind watchmaker — grand architect
Both male and female without defect:

Your voice resounds through either Astro or Astral realms
Anyone attuned feels that divine tremor, which overwhelms

Your body is the Being of us but minor cells
As well as cosmic conflagrations and galactic swells

Any writer falters; every prophet fails
To describe your aspects within countless tales

From out of Multiverse comes an infinity of verses
Atoms forming organisms that our planet nurses

Yet sophistic thinking fosters oversight
Despite beautiful dancing umbrae obscure light

Though if perception's doors were cleansed
Eternity would we witness thence

Beyond space, outside of time
Note these stanzas always rhyme . . .

Image: Maha-Vishnu dreams in the causal ocean (Multiverse), as he exhales each pore breathes out a universe and when he inhales they are all annihilated.

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