Compensatory Armada

Religion, spiritual practice, are conceptual cages from which one day we will have to escape.
We are the young child lying in bed, a mobile that projects clouds and stars on the ceiling accompanying sparkles with a circular melody,

A diversion device so as not to see sleep approaching.
And every night we get fooled again.

When all mobiles turn off, we lie there in dark night and thick silence.
Sweet sleep does not come to carry us to the shore of next day.
Mobiles and other artifices are the conceptual tools,

Socio-cultural representations
Intellectual attachments,
Personal projections of other people’s stories,
The will, the design, our psychology, our hidden ambition,
Our compensatory armada.

©FJ Oct 2023
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