When the storm is dangerously
calm
The birds and the beasts react in
a sense
As they do when a predator hovers
across the sky
Or the lion’s stilled intention is
at hence.
The air is saturated with the
chemistry of fear.
Cortisol heightens the will to
survive
And the internal alarms are set off
to high
As pails pour out the adrenaline
to keep alive.
Listen especially when the day is
strangely quiet.
Notice that the sun has no
shadows to measure
And that the shapeless clouds linger
the day.
Ask why Arcadian tulips appear to
be a colorless nature.
The universe is the totality of
emptiness
Interrupted by the light of
creation
And time is given a meaning without
limit;
Expansion by cosmic inflation!
Will existence fall upon its own
weight;
Has humanity accelerated its passing
end?
At the sacrifice of all available
resources;
Will societies and cultures
offend?
In the delicate balance between
need and want:
Will human inflation become the
fatal demise?
Nature abhors a stasis;
stagnation summons change.
Will expanding intelligence be an
inflationary force to realize?
The compromise seems left to
poets and rebels
To insist on the questions and not
accept the politician’s lie.
Humanity’s new crutch is finding
an artificial wonder
To ask, to answer and to store the
reply.
The moment is absorbed in silence
Reframing by category and
assignment.
A given truth is in the dying of
the light
For truth is a reluctant lover waiting
for change’s enticement.
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