Disordered Writing

We in this poem would like to suggest
A way forward to better balance,
In medias res. It might be best

To leave the periodicity,
The predictable cyclicities
To the world external to people,

While permitting random disorder
To bubble up from social atoms,
That is, individual humans.

Find a place for your society
Where the climate is as equable,
And all nature as predictable

As possible, and then loosen up
The reins on your individuals.
You may find the middle is stable,

Highly informative, balancing,
Your middle-world culture governed by
Harmonic, quasiperiodic

Crystalline structures, such as genes are,
Such as this language is, infinite,
Combinatorial freedom cupped

Within a highly stable context.
But even as we suggest as much,
Here by the quiet stream that we are,

We know even the quietest stream
Has to go somewhere, rejoin some sea,
Evaporate, come back down in floods.

A stream can’t stop itself, has to be
Blocked or diverted to be transformed,
Otherwise we’ll go on, more and more,

Going and going. Have you ever
Thought that, beside a quiet river?
Such constant disorder, forever.