Lack of order they say
It is the opposite of creative endeavor;
I see it as a sign.
Seeds degenerating and sprouting
Into little radicle seedling,
The random little stem finding its way
towards the sun and smiling.
Or animal matter decaying
And providing healthy dung,
Stinking organic life, paving
For new life to be sprung.
The smaller minds and their karmas
The larger with attached chaos,
Sincere thoughts amidst
Incessant fake pathos.