Continuance


Life's tsunami starts way back,
shifting tectonics of time
re-form further evolution,
one's bargained death wish in disguise.

Most know not when disturbance begins,
when spilled milk begins to teach,
when failure begets wisdom.

From cradle to grave we're taught
you can't have that.
Preschool.
Elementary.
Middle.
High.
Higher.
Ah…
the onion skin diploma,

the admission ticket.

PERFECT JOB

Do this,
and quid pro quo.

Eight-hour workday.
No.
Twelve-hour workday.
Yes.
Be reasonable.
No.
Shark-infest your waters.
Yes.
Earn your bonus.
No.
Scheme your advance.
Yes.
Retire with honor.
No.
Cash in beating the system.
Yes.

PERFECT RELATIONSHIP

Honest background.
No.
Fabricated heredity.
Yes.
Thinking.
No.
Status quo.
Yes.
Intelligence used
No
Entitlement expected.
Yes.
Quiet and focused.
No.
Loud and scattered.
Yes.
Enjoined.
No.
Divorced.
Yes.

ONE DAY

The next random shift erupts,
sending innate calendars asunder.

You're finally unrestricted.
No more corralling of instinct.
No more downside to curiosity.
No more programs to die by.

INFINITY CALLS

Shackles fall free.
Unhappiness exits.
Flames cleanse bodily disease.
Smoke and cloud transport molecules of ecstasy to form a new.

NEXT STOP

Catching the first breeze to nowhere,
to everywhere,
to schedules unknown,
to existence sans time,
where chance be not tabled,
where worth be not an issue,
and day and night be one
with all that
was
is
and will ever be.

WELCOME HOME