Scattered and Free

the normal mind goes for
a unified view

thus whatever is scattered
like stars the mind grapples to gather for
a heap of leaves

thus whatever is dissonant
the mind summons upon an eclectic rampage
and creates a harmony somehow
to put music
in one note

but no matter what this normal mind does
what this universe opts
is to explode and create a bang
and scatter some more
all its
hidden particles

what order there is
the flux sucks them all into a big hole
and at the end of its tunnel
vomits whatever is taken
and spreads
everything like dust from the
rear of
a speeding car

one looks at it
in isolation
and one sees a chaos that is more beautiful
than a system
than a cabinet of clothes
with a lock
of a closet

wanton beauty as one wants to put it

the rain that drops without a count
the sunlight that burst without
cadence
the river that flows in rage
without numbers
the clouds that drift
without
a specific direction
the waves that rise and fall
and reach a shore
without staying
upon a permanent
dwelling

all these from a distance
make me accept
the crazy cadence of
disorder
that my normal mind wants to grapple
into a cat fight
a struggle that i still want
to understand
a wrestle that wishes
to win and
stop

at the end let all things be
scattered and free....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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