Run? Or Hang Like An Hour? Poem by orangecat bluebandanna

You’re a snake
Escaped,
pebbles along the wet clay.
On the slate rocks,
I caught you
Threw you in my tank then you ran away.
If one truly understands the culture born into, of now, and how society implements it, then one is an observer. Deviation from golden culture and institutions of watching the gears work, gyrate, volute, the synchronize mechanical hanging of an hour, then one can pose two questions:
Run from the fetter of gold?
Or Hang like the hour?
The latter of running away seems to be the most simplified acquisition, only consisting of oneself. Leaving gold, dropping gold, stomping on the gold, tearing shoes off, throwing them along with the gold, lacerating the t-shirts and jeans, the underwear, that are the gold, unplugging the electric gold that is used only as steps of hierarchy and not for one whole.
venture to the woodlands, to live amongst the woodland creature, the chipmunks, squirrels, community of ants, feathered reptiles, succulent verdure, dew soaking the dirt, moisture travelling down to feed roots, roots feeding the oaks, oaks feeding the birds, acorns falling due to gravity, ants carry the baby away, crows swoop down to clasp the seed, then carries it off into the sky, then drops it elsewhere, the seed plummets to the planes? Or maybe the end of the forest, or nearer towards the mother, or the outskirts in tiny road islands.
Wherever it may settle, the howls of the winds call out all over, “I am coming”. The acorn tumbles, rolls towards the diverse blades of grass blanketing the hillside and rolls some more.
The ants community hunting, gathering, marching back down into the hole of civilization,
“We have found your food my Queen”, the drones proclaim, then the entire colony begins to chant. “Feed the Queen, feed the Queen! ”
How silly of the ants to live for just 1 thing to only die to feed the queen,
Awe! But there is more to this you see you must perceive the understanding of feeding the mother creating the community.
Silly ants! You speak of only feeding the mother to put the child out into work! You speak of nothing else! You speak of not yourself, you speak of only living, You speak nothing of being!
But I love you for that.
Although as human (made of conscience and sub) I can only take that knowledge of hegemony and refer to the reciprocal of your ant theory. To take what one observes in community, the feeding of the dominance in society, the necessity of leadership, and teach the children to suffice the “instinct”.
Search for no leadership. To feed no leader, but to feed yourself and one another.
Recognize the living of the planet that is the creator, day by day, for one another, harming no thing,
live to be.
Being only myself.
Or hang like the hour.