A Case for Chaos
Energetic chaos created
the universe itself.
Yet we lay that wisdom
to collect dust on the shelf.
For the natural order
is disorder.
We believe we are the sorters
and the history recorders.
Organizing living things
with our man-made boarders,
separated by status, race or creed.
Convinced that the othering
is just what we need.
If that's how you think,
you believe the great lie.
We know control and power
is what they are driven by.
But the truth that is certain
is we're all born to die.
So nurturing the collective
is what we should try.
We sing the gospel of caged birds
who have forgotten how to fly,
individualistic bars around the spirit,
feeling forced to comply.
Only to imagine how it would feel
to spread out our wings
and dance in the sky.
We stay scraping and clawing
to barely get by.
To carve ourselves out
what feels like meaning,
and remain far removed
from the art of convening .
In an earlier time,
the community thrived
when priority was made
for all to survive.
We nurtured ourselves
with what made us feel alive
and did selfless things
for the good of the tribe.
We are so disconnected
from our instinctual nature
with the priceless resources
they continue to wager.
The monetization will ever persist,
putting a price tag
on our right to exist.
Thus we seem to accept
that our needs are dismissed
in favor of order
that we choose not to resist.
The chaos of the universe
we've completely disrupted,
we've become out of sync,
we've become so corrupted.
We resist natural chaos
in favor of what?
Living our lives
to feed aristocratic glut?
They say I'm disordered
in the way that I think
when I question the ways
they bring us all to the brink.
Just why they keep our minds
in a state of survival.
They attach numbers to our beings
from the moment of arrival.
They want good consumers,
not those who explore
all the ways that the spirit
is begging for more.
The great lie
is that they want us distracted
and the meaningful knowledge
has since been redacted.
Disorder is the natural state
of the ever changing chaotic slate.
It's our place in the universe
that we should contemplate.
So perhaps we abandon
the current status of things.
We could bust out of our cages
and stretch out our wings.
About this poem
This work is a condemnation of the attention economy. It questions our societal perceptions.
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Written on May 28, 2023
Submitted by mandi_d on June 14, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 2,225 |
Words | 448 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 85 |
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