No apparent order to illness, yet
Tonight it’s gunshot wound night
Last night was the night of the inflamed appendixes
Prior to that, the night of the living gallstones
There’s a full moon, no other reason
Price of tea is up in China, outside it’s freezing
gurgling mountain creek
blistered toes find sweet numbness
feet soak up relief
The human realm, chaos’ kingdom, no?
People of all levels of karmic progress
Colliding in the same milieu of limited resources
My small mind imposes its order on the circus
and finds it to be insufficiently logical…
Whose problem is that?
clear blue mountain sky
turns to storm, no reason, save
wings of butterfly
The twisting and turning of the universe’s agenda
A bit beyond my little pea brain to grasp
But if I had to guess, and in fact, I do,
It’s all in perfect, crazymaking order
Chaos is just what we’re not used to
Or can’t find the rhythm of familiarity
angry skies open
drenching torrential deluge
accu-weather fail
6/8/16
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