Random Order

The mind of a man,
When scattered about,
Will leave his actions aloft.
From the collage,
Can be found an order of creativity.
But, in reality, what is order?
(it could mean there is no disorder).
But why is it better than random?

At a moment,
There can be great wonder,
Flung into the air.
And immediately thereafter,
A heavy comforter may be cast upon the mind,
Forever smothering that moment of splendor.
(blankets are tricky things)
BUT!

Why say good bye?
There most certainly will be another encounter,
For in a world of such little structure,
There will most certainly be another run in.
Brilliance is too bright to be completely dwindled.
How strong it will make the mind feel,
The images energizing!
The empowering motion of memory!

Labels could most certainly pursue.
Names both false and verified,
The purpose will ring loud as church bells.
The rhythm, well, that is to be decided on the spot.
The message, delivered with open ends!
For a moment of brilliance confined to a package,
Is no better than the comforter,
Keeping the mind in bed.

-jared a muscat