We are drawn towards
the pretty prophets,
because as they appeal,
they appeal to us.
And so our vanity
becomes our compass.
Manifesting ugly.
Not that there’s
anything wrong with that.
Jesus is a looker, alright.
9/7
We are drawn towards
the pretty prophets,
because as they appeal,
they appeal to us.
And so our vanity
becomes our compass.
Manifesting ugly.
Not that there’s
anything wrong with that.
Jesus is a looker, alright.
9/7
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The allure of pretty prophets,
their charisma pulling us in
like moths to a flickering flame.
Do they lead or merely reflect
the shimmering surfaces
of our own desires?
Our vanity, the compass
that misdirects,
yet leads us precisely
to where we believe we should be.
A paradox in skin and bone,
as we gaze at reflections,
not of divinity, but of human form.
The pretty prophet smiles,
and we are charmed,
seduced into seeing the message
in the mirror of their eyes.
Forgetting, perhaps,
that wisdom often wears
the plainest of faces.
Jesus, Buddha, or prophets anew,
how they look becomes
the image we cling to.
Yet could their messages hold the same weight
if they wore another face?
And as they beckon from the pulpits
of our attention,
we might pause and ask:
Do we follow them,
or the allure of our own reflection?
Vanity and divinity,
two sides of a coin
we never stop flipping.
We are Space Monkey.