Events as Objects, Objects as Events

Enso ends so circularly.
Decision-making is useless,
But decisions keep being made.

Skies are full of phenomena
Winking in and out of being.
This is and always has been fact.

No faith disputes the existence
Of events, however they may
Dispute which are illusory.

For now, in one version of things,
In the north, it’s the great bear’s turn
To stalk the hunter from behind,

A story not one of the ones
That matter much to anyone
Anymore, but not so different

From the contemporary tales
That currently matter too much—
Agents in the sky, bad actors

With wicked intentions, your team,
The most human team, sinking down.
Time to get your act together,

Rise up! Make those hard decisions!
Spin the great wheel around again!
Make the right event the object

Of your decisions, choose only
Necessary, helpful objects
As tools to create that event.

You know there’s no necessity
Except, as you are, to pretend
Your ends require you start again.