Fixing & Fitting
Endlessly needing to amend, adapt,
arrange and plan
how and when to,
with what or whom.
Somehow, to render life orderly,
coherent, missing nothing out.
Kindof control-freaky too.
Not wanting to miss a jot -
yet, question marks about flow,
serendipity, letting-go.
It's space-age, evolving Man, man!
dab hands at minimizing, zooming in and fast-tracking stuff
with a flick of the wrist
and blink of a neuron.
None of your old stick-in-the-mud
rectitude, bit by bitiness,
for ever repeating obsolete ways
and out-dated behaviors, attitudes, patterns of survival and reaction.
Archaic, backwardly looking.
No idea about instantaneity,
free energy, the multiplicity of objective truth.
New worlds of the androgyne -
which Sci Fi and Faith dream of.
Can create.
Rest in peace you old dodos!
Its in our hands now, not yours.
You can graciously retire on your laurels and baggage.
Give us space, for godsake!
We can only learn, unfold
when you let it all go - move on.
2/7/23