SURFACE TENSION
Whilst the Reverend dances in Celebration round the Solstice Fires,
we resurrect from the vaults this classic poem of existential angst and redemption.
SURFACE TENSION
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“It’s Surface Tension“,
I told my co-dependent friend
and only ally in the World.
“That’s the only thing that prevents us
from sinking into the deep, dark depths of Disaster,
Debt, Despair and Despond,
those Dark Waters, that, by any reasonable expectations,
should have swallowed us up long ago.”
“Yet we continue merrily skating over thin ice
that melted back in Spring!
No. We’re like those insignificant insects
that skim the surface of creeks and ponds.
Their mass is so slight
that they can’t break the Surface Tension
created by the pond’s molecular bonds.
The water merely dips and bends beneath their feet.
Similarly with us. Our Sufferings are too light-weight
to make an impression on the Universe.
There is no Grandeur or Gravitas in our tiny struggles
to weigh us down, and so, unnoticed, we stay afloat.”
“Saved by our own Insignificance”,
she shrugged, and handed me a joint.
“Saved by our own Insignificance”, I agreed,
and took another toke.
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The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,
President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity
and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism
AND the Church of the Universe.
“Solstice Blessings to all my loyal Friends & Followers.”
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Reverend Hellfire's Sunday Sermon 
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