Turning The Clock On Progression Poem by Randy Briggs

california mountain sides
catch fire,
turn to dust and ash the
progress that is now lost.
orange glazing smoke
caresses the sky under
an egyptian sun where
billions of rotting corpses
lay scattered along the
edges of the earth.
security is found
when the search for
perfection is closed,
and chaos is realized
as the end.
uncertainty grasps and
clings to my soul,
every gasping breath and
thought is laying upon me
shear confusion.
burn,
burn to the ground-
man's dream of
perfection.
in place of this
let their reside
a new hope!
a new hope for
the man whose reality
must be filled up
with deceit.
this man is all of mankind,
and this hope is chaos,
this chaos is beautiful.