The Revolution of Ration

Sometimes I think of how easily a man can find himself in one life

As opposed to another

This circumstantial interface of movie and book lore

Of late for a proverbial bus or early for a restaurant  

Waiting, speaking, finding, uncovering the lovers and marauders of our lives

In greetings like accepting inoculants into our blood stream

To determine our ability to diagnose our susceptibility to find ourselves

Charmed, dismayed or wary of such overtures of some other random 

Insect voicing, silent, sitting, reading, watching inspecting

And in this volatility the miraculous nature of justice

Floats like a cartoon balloon as if karmic mathematics were in play

That on this day of trivial decision trees leads to a boy running his cheeks  

Through the tires of a moving pick-up truck or around an ice cream cone

The logic is a feckless mistress to bed,

So in we dub enemies and wars and saints and saviors

All in the confluence of such esteem holiday-ridden algebra  

As if in this allotment of hours or ritualized dance

That one set of variables is pleased to allow the confluence to bear favor of vengeance

Chuckle, chuckle my sodomized sheep roving blandly at processing

Cycle, cycle of excrement  

This free will and scientific balance of nature are but parameters

Finding neither satisfaction or malicious torment in this lottery of now’s

So in the ricocheting principle of an orb’s dissent is analogous to a hurricane or sunny sky

Mathematics of confluence supporting why one woman meets her husband  

On this day versus another through this task that had him approaching

At the current accumulation of all the learning in his prior twenty-eight years

Or the bullet of a newfound soldier in Mali taking arms

This surely is not of deities and sides, but of the revolution of ration 

Viva la revolution!!!!!!