Civilization

So far, for civilizations,

the organization of life

toward inevitable transformation

is through apparent

and eventual failure.

The cornerstones are packed

with lies, deceits,

false representations and inferences

until the certitude is an illusion

and the true operatives

have gone away

and though unclaimed

come from some thing else

that has become more essential

in the collective mind scheme

of human life.

Failure is fanfare

along a more far reaching time line.

We hold tightly

to repeatability by expectations

and false measures of success.

Staying current seems to be

a projection justified.

The symbols we claim as constant

are illusions we agree upon.

The world is flux

and we grossly deny it is so.

Static is our primary means.

Language lobbies for it

to be the case.

Meaning implies or infers

that that is so true

by everything that is said

and subsequently done.

But really in the eventual collapse,

everything is in

a constancy of alteration

and we lack the aptitude of permission

to play it as it lays in the ever-change.

Civilization from the outside in

successfully fails at accounting for life

as it is lived by its constituency.

Civilization from the inside out

is you and me succeeding at living

as nameless as that may appear

to anyone not in our presence.

We are the seat of civilization

and certainly not resting

on our laurels . . .