A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

all the way down

are we down? We down. Are we all
down? We all down. Is life down,
is the world down?

We down.

Is chaos down, entropy inevitable
down? We down. Is the spreading out
of all things until the moist hot
center of the universe spins and calls
it all back like a taut spring down?

Is the rebound down - the principle that says
the power of attraction rules, and will pull all
of all back in, down? Is the opposite principle
- the one that says the center can not hold, the one
that says we have too much force and too much unfold,
too much outward explosion for any backward-attraction
to ever catch us, to ever drag back in, to ever make
us come back down from how high and how far and how out
we are going, down?

We down.

Chaos is down. In infinite and unpredictable flavors.
Inevitability is down. Predestination is down. Whatever
will be

is down.

Is order down.

Is the thing, the funk,
the system that replicates itself, always allowing for variation,
always letting slip in the mutation
that could overthrow the overwhelm of all that surrounds,
down? That's all part of the system. Order
encompasses unrestrained division, relies
on small errors. Is that down? We down. Is
the one that divides to two, that divides
to four and so on to fingers and eyes,
to vertebrae and a tail that subsides,
to a slick body that glides
out the hole at the entrance to the universe, down?

Oh, yes.

We down.

Is free will down?

girl

- we don't even need to ask that.

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