Tetralogy of Possibilities

tetralogy of possibilities

some days i have no preference!

just as soon write about the tree lobster,

a six legged giant struggling against

extinction on ball’s pyramid,

as to write of the blue butterfly

and its six legged tasting sensors.

its metamorphosis in tetralogy

really does not help me make up my mind

to see a movie or documentary,

or just listen to the music of a quartet.

four piece jazz combo or big band ensemble?

how did our planet come to revolve

around just one star,

when some have a tetralogy of parents?

forget choosing one type of food

or narrowing down the restaurant,

on a four course experience.

somedays i have no preference,

it’s all just fusion.

and why should i have to choose

between insects and stars-

between dinner and a movie

or music and bars?

why stop this ball of confusion...

i did not ask to see the extensive menu.

and what of the day the ruby throat

returns with the swallow,

what then of all species of birds?

pick two more,

the turkey and the eagle

-one -two -three -four,

a tetralogy of possibilities.

i prefer not to mention here

everyone’s personal preferences,

this or that,

to say i prefer dogs over cats,

blue eyes over brown.

do we all prefer our own town?

this morning i prefer leaves,

afternoon flowers, evening weeds.

tomorrow i am someone's dream,

tonight a plot with no scheme.

time folds over and over,

into a multi world of dimensions.

perhaps, i can only fathom four.

prefer to prefer four branches,

a tetralogy of possibilities,

doors and windows open and close

on doors and windows.

random apophenia makes me [sic]

existence twirling with essence,

in the realm of possibility.

existence precedes essence

three tragedies before satyr,

i have come to a place where

existence has a reason for being.