Process
revolves
With
uncertainty via
Cyclic
phenomena
Products
of process
A
Raw
materials
For
future input
Somehow
shuffling
Thru
multiple eternities
Constantly
back
To
process
A
Predators
lurk
Prey
scamper
Population
upheavals
Where
balance can be seen
By
cause and effect
In
segregated roles
Determining
order
From
the chaos of life
Occasions
an event
Which
wipes clean the slate
Perpetrator
from niche
Where
function necessary ceases
And
cyclic process stops
Stone
cold dead crazy y’know
Until
gaia creates evolves uncovers
Migrates
form to cover function
Pathways
to the end result
Are
offline for the time and place
Gaia,
in ubiquitous redundancy,
Allows
niches to exit
With
grace and aplomb
At
the end of their functional time
At
the end of their functional space
At
the end of their functional livelihood
As
Harrison said – all things must pass
There
is nothing wrong with this
There
is nothing right with this
It
is just this
Novel
creatures find a vacancy
A
whole where process lies dormant
A
world of raw material
Setting
idle waiting to be transformed
To
get back on with the process of life
While
other process’ function
Picking
up the slack in the line of life
Do
you use the right lure on the life line?
Does
your fish catch enough bait to remain
Attached
to the pathway where your feet tread?
Can
you feel the change rumbling, tumbling
Stirring
upheaval in the bellies of folks
Dissatisfied
with the means handed forth
By
the playing deck of societal privilege
Being
in the right place at the right time
Is
the right of every activist – at your expense
By
the time time passes
When
slack collectors are overtaxed
Our
novel pathways, cut clean with
Development
costs unrelated to result
Novel
trivialities of high cost, low mileage
Special
tickled interest of goons
Loading
up the strictures of the structures
Bind
us into a single superhighway
Full
throttle and running strong
Opposite
of redundant ubiquity
Now
people people are another breed
Science
requires multiple
Lines
of reason
Concise
thought that won’t agree
Until
convergence at the end
Of
the chutes and ladders road
Where
two forwards to one back
Is
optimistic for the intent of creation
Goals
in so many forms
Each
personal and driven
Each
broad and all encompassing
Each
common and yet unique
Goals
in so many forms
Have
a chance, an option to succeed
As
roadblock encumbers pathway
Artificial
imposition of will
Limits
to – you think my way
Else
I blow you to smithereens –
Where
is smithereens
Is
it next to nirvana?
Is
it just me or is everybody unfulfilled?
People
reinternalize grubbermint
As
an understructure
As
we are not slaves but sovereigns
Each
takes on a role well
A
different hat that lights our torch
Seuss
novel Go
Dog Go
hat
An
expectation that our hat fits me
An
expectation that our hat fits you
An
expectation of a few hours service
With
hats on and even blinders
Where
Solomon and Ghandi walk the halls
With
Newton, Pauling and Scheherazade
A
life of inherent thunder
To
be dedicated to public service
We
the people behind Oz screen
We
the people who run the show
We
the people who use the backdrop
To
develop a matrix of mutual support
Working
productively for infinite value
Freely
trading goods for wares
Time
for place
In
an open market
Of
global peace
lemme howdt 2005 (cc - creative commons) copy freely with attribution
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