THE RULE OF WILD (a poem)

Tuesday, May 13, 2025

time, time, time,
click-click-clack,
the tooth and claw,
the gear and chip,
grab, ratcheting up,
the climber and carrier,
the hop and crawl,
bark and call,
a warm growl,
and light in the dark.

The mechanisms,
the vital machinery,
the rapid attack,
the signal and pulse,
the rhythms of flow,
the pumps and daemons,
the door holders,
doors and gates,
open and close.

Tick tock,
the arms and the clock.
The crank over,
and ignition,
the system still going,
the timing,
and its belt.

All the blood mechs,
bustling,
keeping step,
all together,

this entire structure,
the product
of five billion agreements—

fusion,
chemical transcoding,
metabolism,
and other miracles.

The fixed center,
a radius and a shape,
the intricate ladders,
and cellular highways,
proteins and bonds,
and flux,
and electron orbits.

Cross-domain,
substrates,
integrated systems,
all with their own consciousness.

How does all this work?
Who conducts?
Oversight and management,
the rule of wild,
and the dance of code,
the freedom and entrapment,
the imposition,
and the glory of purpose.