Broken Variations Discombobulating Becoming
Broken Variations Discombobulating Becoming
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita
The Divine Comedy – Pt. 1 Inferno – Canto 1 – Dante
Along the Journey of our life half way
bent over a stream, steaming
reflections bobble across waves
as water runs through cupped hands.
I found myself again in a dark wood
dripping this: if SHE came with a warning
label what would it be?
SHE said, “don't tread on me”.
Wherein the straight road no longer lay,
I woke to find myself way off course, tea
with a snake. look for a sign –symbol -the way! SHE speaks...
The right road lost and vanished in the maze.
In the mid-journey of our mortal life,
stand on liberty crescent, try to parse this SHE, at tipping
point, at the edge of hell, SHE a naive mother
pronoun of flying gadsden flags.
I wandered far into a darksome wood
waving off the ill wind, the cosmic rape,
the perfect storm of coral reef collapse,
between methane emitters and old growth
Where the true road no longer might be seen.
Life is not about survival of the fittest,
think lumberjacks know trees
are not solitary... just ask the fungal,
Midway upon the journey of our life,
network running under forest floor.
Now icecaps reflect dark ice melting,
hitting the smoggy ceiling,
I woke to find me astray in a dark wood.
Solar flares crack earth’s protective barrier
sending galactic warnings from trinity.
Drain sealife flooding around trident
Confused by ways with the straight way at strife
overman, hanged man in the tower of fire
try to carry water in cupped hands
but it still drips, it keeps running through their fingers.
Midway along the span of our life’s road
burning starvation, historic drought!
pipelines, aquifers, big pharma, plastic bottlers,
Inferno! there is a war on water!
I woke to a dark wood unfathomable,
SHE asks, “Who started this war on high?”
The ladies portrait, the sun of morning
has fallen from heaven.
Where not a vestige of the right way shewed,
SHE stands for nature in awareness!
Social trees send a warning scent
of insect or parasitic invasion.
Upon the journey of my life midway
ask the second brain,
ask the bee, ask the butcher
about the emotional life of animals.
I found myself within a darkling wood
of gut feelings... it’s the trees
keeping us alive with oxygen
just to consume us later.
Where from the straight path I had gone astray,
remember climate refugee
forced to take what SHE gives,
the gut affects the brain!
Midway upon the journey of our life
drowning in dogma, suffocating empathy,
choking emotions, treading on SHE...
Unsympathetically SHE destroys our insular cortex.
I find myself within a forest dark,
SHE shrieks, “collapse” until they understand
nonhuman consciousness and the tree
are only as strong as what surrounds!
For the right road was lost
forest, herd, society, teammate, get it fool?
broken variation discombobulating becoming...
superorganisms: symbiosis is the rule!
