Ok its winter, and so I've been a little obsessed with fire. Fire the great path back to the eternal now, as original inception of our dreaming. In that vein, this poem poses questions. Questions that come from how far we can remove the old paths, the old cycling, "seen it all before," that would keep us trapped in electrical boredom and devolution.
Poems note; the word "Yod" is a word in the Kabbalah that is used in the first letter of god, and it represents fire as the first spark, the initiation of anything. Further, the "shadows that Plato screams about" refers to his philosophical story of the cave of shadows, where humanity is stuck looking at shadows instead of the original forms of things that are actually pure light, i.e. what casts the illusion...
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