Formulaic

Words
Emerge like slime
On a stone
To be known as living things.

Meaning,
Our recipe for disaster,
Begins with no more
Than the letters of a name.

Call it what you like:
The sense we make of ciphers
Becomes a component in additive conspiracy:
Whatever we say it might be.

Babbled
Like confusion
Or water naturally
Flowing around itself.

Scripted,
Written,
Dialogue so charged
That the power of speech fails.

Our perceptions of truth,
Once agile and sharp,
Became, as a matter of record,
Repetitive blunt instruments.

So we put it,
The secret formula
The hidden blueprint,
The coded message,
As if knowledge cannot be trusted.

So we live,
Ruling principles,
Codes of conduct,
Laws of averages,
As if we no longer trust ourselves.

We have come to terms
With too much, too many treaties
Between belief and prescription.

Words so fettered
Permissions, injunctions, interminable instructions
Draw lines around everything:
Containment like a noose.

 

imprints of matter and substance

 

Initialising

© Brian Hiill 2011