A Lifetime's Sometime

When not building and tearing down mental scaffolding (que? to reach the high places of course) my mind often speaks in couplet rhythm, literally and metaphorically. Not parallel processing like cognitive athletes seem to enjoy, but an implied continuation of a thought to its complementary...um...complement, it's logical-yet-nonlinear 'thump'. Thoughts falling from bough to floor in a Wyrd/Way cycle of in/sort/out. When unnaturally silent (unproductive thought, creativity blunted and distressed) that cycle is missing an impetus, the carriage return from an other (don't get too anthropomorphic there...or do, your choice though) to complete the thoughts with; something that surprises, confirms, and rounds in a paragraphical shape that's aesthetic and provocative to me. Hell, I guess that's what we're all missing at one time or another; a muse neither fickle nor flighty, rooted and complete. Chasing the sub-second past though, s'not the nature of that nature to be that way; childish (and increasingly foolish as you age, that ain't neoteny, that's plain ol' crazy) to keep reaching back for what just went by - even the earth trembles and changes.

Where was I going...? Oh, shaking my entendre-free creative tree to drop the dead leaves, let entropy eat its fill on the decay buffet, but...

...little harmless nuts sometimes fall too. S'good, they really need to get out of my branches (and stay there), get consumed alone in the world's critical/elemental/irreducible mastication; crunch and chew, outcomes bitter or sweet...but irrelevant. I need some clear space for new seed and fruit. Here's what I mean:

 War in the Canopy, swift and vicious

Other's eggs irresistibly delicious

Small resists large, darting and wheeling

Protecting the nest, who knows what they're feeling

It's no wonder that lore masters and sages

Learned the lessons of warcraft down through the ages

Watching natural struggles of death and life

All animate creatures are experts in strife

You don't need to see armies marching and planes in the sky

To understand selfless willingness to die

(Though hollow-bones missiles? Odd construction

To practice a doctrine of mutual destruction)

Strike fast! strike first! and from high ground!

Rules of engagement when crows are around

Offense! push forward! press them to rout!

Dissuade them with violence! Introduce them to doubt!

Emphatic instructions from the cellular level

Enough strategy and tactic to disrupt and dishevel

The most well-laid, thoughtful (or bird-brained) plan

"Looked good on paper, we don't understand"

Lessons of ages in arcs and collisions

Tiny minds hardwired to make savage decisions

Fighting bullies and thieves at perilous cost

A resolve and commitment most humans have lost

Unless pressed to extremity by malice or greed

Then at that uttermost limit of need

The small of us through will can the larger defeat

Make victory too costly, force a retreat

As we know from Southeast Asia or Middle East(s)

In jungles and deserts even the least

Powerful flock can war with the great

Winning while losing...do Mocking Birds hate?

Found myself unable to not say it, even though I'm not a loving creator. A dot and dit with partial wit that owned the systolic process while popping up. Surely at the beginning of my cope with this topic, a lifetime's sometime to figure it out.