Why is this chair so comfortable?
With its velvet exterior, cloud like pillow interior and structure that holds you just above consciousness?
The days chores are as long as the horizon,
Bills coming out of an account that is at zero, work lasting longer than the day, social appearances to keep from being a goblin.
As my stream of consciousness starts to sink below the babbling brook, and the ideas swimming upside down in my mind vacate where they reside. It all begins to seem less critical.
At least until my consciousness returns. The alert signals misfortune as my time has run out. The alacrity of pompous narcissism weighs heavily on me. My heart races looking at the bureaucratic indecencies before me. Will society still accept me if I find a recess that will encapsulate me?
Can you really find a way to leave society? Fresh as fig, naked to the world. Helping only you and yours? Shrinking to the size of a shroom in a forest of wonder. Foraging for a living, but somehow not the villain, that world would think you were, because you left them behind?
Somehow this doesn’t matter, even though the earth is not flatter. The land is not spared, it has been barroned and fiefdomed from the trees that had a grandfather clause. Userped from its soil, replaced with plastic and aluminum foil. Because no matter how hard we toil, we can never escape this marble.
But I would try with seeds and a pickaxe by my side. To break through the atmosphere in a ship shaped like a pear. To find a new world, that would allow me to grow. To begin to sow.
Would this actually work, or would those problems come with me? Can we keep our farms small? Can we give compassion to all? Can we resist the urge to discover the world on a barge?
As I sink into sleep, I hope it is deep,
And I hope for one and all, to care for all on this small ball. To show their care, grow their hair, and to be happy out there. Because if we share, we don’t have to put up with their buy now glare.