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J. Martin Dean

CITY OF PYRAMIDS

June 21st, 2024
Half Dome Diaries

“Didn’t I tell you to love everyone?”
Love everyone.
That’s my only business.
No small feat,
but I have all of eternity.
No more of that
even though I’m right
Even though nothing!
What can you say?
Was a thing good or bad,
who can say?
 
Being that it’s all
the paradox is that
the Fountainhead
does ask of us, does mind.
 
The no-mind seems to mind.
 
If I imitate it
then I can’t ask anything
from anyone
it’s senseless surrender
just Love everyone
without judgement,
That is the occult shield.
 
Who are they surpassed predilection?
They appear ordered
burned astral effigies,
ashen
in a row of frosted memory
of perfect preservation
a city of pyramids
a habitation of superintelligences.

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