UN-IM-DIS-DE
When you start to stop,
would you dare to hold back?
When you free yourself at last,
can you recognize the new cage you have locked yourself in?
Do you see the way that you are suspended in space
as you swim against the current?
There is no escaping this place where we belong.
We forget to remember
that we only lose
to gain again
and everything gained
will eventually be lost.
A truth hides in every lie
disorder can never be controlled
disaster written in the stars
disease the unrelenting enemy of comfort.
We subtract meaning
— order, aster, ease —
through the addition of sounds
— un-im-dis-de —
I wonder —
What is it that must be destroyed next
to build the new world?
Or must we build first,
with the intention of imagining
something better, different, new?
Pre-fix only to post-collapse.
When we add to create
we inherently negate.
Must we make yet another world
that only seeks to destroy itself?