Hex, of The Tension

Simple peaceful caterpillar,

impervious to all the weather,

slow enough to feel a fiber pulling taught inside its tether.

One day will feel the whims of winds,

a livid, vivid butterfly:

fast enough to know earth’s shape,

see’s some of all, her peace rescinds.

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Though her eyes are sharper than swords,

Her thoughts are longer than words.

Though her hands could sow a garden field,

They must carry only a shield.

Though her heart weeps to feed the meek,

Her wrath licks every cheek.

She'll sing to you in rainbowed chords,

but she can sing to you only words.

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Think of it as simple,

or know it is complex.

One will make life easy,

the other lets you flex.

Focus on efficiency,

or think what else these things could be;

Have plenty of frivolity to see what could come next.

Never neglect to explore,

or the path will grow too narrow

legs will take you backwards,

without options in your arrow.

If you're having second thoughts you may need several thousand others

drones needn't options,

but let's save them, they're our brothers.

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We've shown it should, we know it could,

but where it could fit,

there’s no one who knows.

So what we have's not what we want,

And so it goes, we let it rot.

Because birth beckons destruction dares creation calling for death;

Because every failing frailty nurtures space for virgin breath.