Two Sonnets for Sensemaking

Photo by Martin Sanchez on Unsplash | Color changes by author

The more we need control, the more morass
As nothing / no one wants a perma-yoke
Yet domination schemes persist, alas,
Despite the record of despotic folk

We’ve never grokked the lessons of abuse
Or found a way to tolerate dissent
No problem’s solved by sharpened tongue or noose
Reacting without knowing what was meant

To all the eager ‘tators in the wings
And all the hungry hordes who crave a feud
Be careful not to think you hold the strings
For (human) nature will not be subdued

So if it’s brighter pastures that you seek
Avoid the subjugation game — it’s bleak

I’ve never understood the praise of “pure”
Since nothing I’ve beheld is free of flaw
Life mutates as it flows, by cosmic law
Adaptability’s a better moor

The dings and dents of time are our allure
Experiences shaping something raw
Perfection is a false, quixotic draw
That straightens what is thriving in contour

The closest thing to pure is H2O
Elixir of our lives, without a doubt
But even water carries other things
That, should we filter with reverse osmose,
Would flush its min’ral benefits right out
And scores of goodness that the water brings

Photo by Martin Sanchez on Unsplash | Color changes by author

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