That I’m always running lean generates all my problems
I would solve if I could put on weight.
Sticks and stones & rice at rhinos; an inexorable progress
I find insurgency appealing: to shoot a spit ball at metal
plate tectonics slowly drifting continental divisions, mere
ancient forget hell-no attitude.
A small epistemological lie occludes the yawning abyss
between quantities & qualities like emperors clothes
worn to conceal my institutionalized butt crack and
not demoralize progress.
In my dreams I market insurgency as equivalent to
“outdoor education” under fluorescence surrounded
by cinderblock whenever the seeming clarity of a
syllabus-driving agenda-covering thesis-dominating
orgasmic on-task ground-gaining taxo-nomic determine
-o-logical grade-gun quiz & examination- levied
ex-officio structure is suspended!
And CHAOS unveiled!
We-the-people players left to our own resources
might could work up some common sense &
shared estimation, some civil obedient survival
skills to re-invent our own universes of discourse
if not wheels to re-create recreation &
a womb of our own!.