Totems of What If

Totems of What If Can we ever escape that which we create but often choose to ignore Like the mismatched rocks of a cairn random choice is not an option complimenting shapes and sizes make up one's balance one's direction one's harmony Yet some Aspiring high rise urban dwellers live a rock steel and glass totem life stacking mismatched building blocks like mutated animal lineage not of the fittest unknowingly making unbalanced direction even while gasping air to defy their self-made reality Might they be destined to realize a primeval demise like a surreal incarnation atop modern scaffold where ghostly burial rites of Great Plains nomadic tribes wait to happen Can primitive wisdom ever penetrate assumed importance before the inverted vortex of tumbling balance consumes itself atop the rising funnel of ignorance distilling the wrongs of misbegotten power to but sand kernels of infinity's hourglass Such might be the destiny of man's innate totems the unique building blocks that make us the species we are while stealthily we try desperately to become a species we are not