Chaos Versus Order Poem by DM W
Chaos Versus Order
A mythical moment of primal impulse:
The animals break through cold steel cages
The circuitry is irreparably damaged.
The brave, new gods retreat from the scene.
Dionysian chaos spits upon, and revolts,
Against rigid Apollonian order.
I prefer the freedom to protest vociferously,
Rather than be trapped in a regulated society.
I still prefer the wildflowers of an English garden
To a predetermined artificial 'paradise'.
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8/9/2025 9:17:40 AM # 1.0.0
And I'd prefer the company of a quiet woodland bench and watch nature all around with parchment and pen. Rather than my head down for all eternity looking into the latest mobile phone gizmo whilst playing inane games or propping up one's sad social profile. Spare me. A great write and full score Dominic and clearly one to make one think if their phone is switched off and can remember to read.