Deconstruction

What more is there
to discover, look around
we are always finding
new ways to die.
*
Good humans finish their plates
last,
only to find
nobody to tell-
savoring is a learned skill.
*
Ritual releases the mind
from its chain-
if only we could be less
superstitious, sixth senses would
evolve.
*
Not saying-None listened-
Nor inklings or outright protest
overcame the decomposed granite
of speechlessness.
*
We tend to build things up.
*
We pretend to be the designers.
*
I found myself
looking away.
*
All the death
has been done
before.


Photograph by Carleton Watkins [CC0], Devils Canyon, Geysers, Looking Down' c. 1868-70, via Wikimedia Commons.

Systematic

That

Nothing can be in balance

never maintain harmony-

All is; push and pull,

give and take,

more or less.

That

Life itself, in order

To Be,

swings

back and forth,

like Galileo’s cathedral lamp

from chaos to entropy-

you again. 

Rest and wake are processes

of changing states.

Death doesn't change.

Life is never the same.

That

even though two far-flung

pendulums find synchronicity,

two clocks seek divergence.

Both are counting 

on each other.

That

Truth is not always true,

what is left lying there

awaiting our grand

Discovery?

That 

it may be easier

To be

savages, cold-blooded

toward each other, 

hot under our collars, getting

callous without tools-raw, blistered

and running behind and away from

the greater risk of being

alone and afraid to touch

each other.

That 

This

Homeostasis must not be bliss

to the civilized, passionate man

That

Balances

Truth with Justice

ending up with a loss

for words.

Photo credit by Dietmar Rabich / Wikimedia Commons / “Grand Canyon (Arizona, USA), South Rim nahe Tusayan -- 2012 -- 5893” / CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons.