Thoughts On Evolutions

In the crucible
of a lucid soul,
one force
capable of awakening aggression
and the yearning to dismantle
is the bureaucratic oppression.

A cunning decoy,
ensnaring the left hemisphere
into perpetual hyper-vigilance
a state of subtle, anticipatory stress—
ever threatening to upend one’s dignity
should one falter in appeasing
its relentless, consuming demands.

A parazyte that hungers for my time
to sustain itself as an idea in the world,
expanding insidiously
by invading my attentional light-cone
through threats,
dead-lines.

Time
the joy of experiencing possibilities
knowing thyself—
the most perilous menace to her chains—
chains so artfully designed
we scarcely recognize captivity.

Bureaucratic oppression,
confinement par excellence
a barrier immaterial,
an upper-bound on quality
a limit to directionality of experience
diverting from natural liberty.

I seek liberty from the imposed trade of experience for profit—
a trade that ostensibly grants dignity to live —
liberty from being tricked into eating colourful poison
sold at the very entrances of our supermarkets;
as well-being and true joy
are a threat to slavery.

The animal farm endures,
fellow walkers,
but there will always be those who rise
in the name of freedom, love and joy—the daughter of Elysius,
the eternal spring
undeterred by the complacency
of those who find solace
in transient comfort of ignorance
as they numb the lingering, ever-present ache of separation
from the paradise within.

May the great serendipity grace us with deliverance.