Engine #poem by Jan Sand

Out of the everything which is nothingness polluted
With sparkle particles of spinning dusts
We configurate with the mind,
Efforts of direction,
Selection imposed
By suppositions.
From inherited fanciful presumptions.

So assembles the mechanics of existence,
Persistences that gnaw white mountain
From the thinnest atmosphere,
Of clouds that mumble, lightning strike
To create and destroy
So that time
Might configurate itself
Into our assembled nows.

So, what have we learned from time’s earned
Contemplations of the obvious?
What must we admit in finalities
That now commit, frankly, multiples
Of cascading disasters bent
To obliterate the entire fabrications
Devoted to the fragile fantasies of delusions?
Traditional sociality demands we erect the cages
Of an all-encompassing zoo
Built with bars of psychologic steel
To jail us from knowing what is real.
A most complex poking joking house of cards
To distribute miseries and cruelly misplaced
Treasures out of most strange random choices.

Time’s stern strictures of fatality educated
All life to beware elimination in nonconformities
To facing strictures of behavior which we now must face.
Now ignored, we most peculiarly accept final disgrace.