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  • STRESS-ANXIETY IN OUR BODIES

     

    Something of universal depreciation grows, like a colonial furrow-weed, massively inside the rotting tissues of our flesh; in the sentient, ant-orgic tissue walls of cells, where we can still be and contemplate with our instincts of self: on the decaying ruins of our morality, clutching our own pale honour. For with a sudden semblance of insidiousness, something of the eagerly bursting heartlessness has entered us. Within us there foamed insatiably the unworthy career-glory-bed of unworthy success at any price - a greed that had been caught up, like a green monster snake, insidiously crawling up to our hearts. 

    Into unforgettable human laws the man of the age seldom clings nowadays! To the stigma-stigmata, which once as the shame-stains of blows Thou wast forced to wear daily in agony; blue-green-purple Passion of Golgotha, There sparkle like stars of pain, chubby on thy body, in the bone-box of thy ribs. Thy shipwrecked heart, too, may ever more forlornly pant, purr and weep- The humiliation of these humiliations, the geometric scalpel of murderous stones, Ever wound thy forgetful memories! 

    Our vulnerable consciences, I fear, are long since ours. We have been struck down by Adam-suited sincerity, like the naked exibitionist Anti-body. For all are now rebuking and disputing, and their judgments, like swift, whizzing bullet wounds, make us weep, discipline us with vigilant murder. - But just as the bindings of the guts, the cords of the bowels, the supporting pillars of the molecules, are decaying; just as the hope-cherishing desire to want is suddenly broken or weakened - so the watchful voices of our conscience never again call us to good deeds! 

    It grows within us like a rampant apostasy, spreading its damp snail-spikes of inner emigrant strangeness; it is like a finalized, expanded moment of our annihilation!  

     

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