Likes in courses like
blind birds in flight,
spinning off
on strange vectors
as the flock
misguides them
with delight.
Branches in a creek
soon seek
each another,
until they snarl up
the passage of others.
We stick together,
like it or not.
Brothers, or hot
conflict bastards.
We’ve been this way
forever.
Tribal predators.
Leaves gather
in the corners,
and under trees.
Shelter from the breeze.
It is uncommon
to find but one alone,
and we’re no different
than these.
Drive the herd
and keep them close.
A few will stray,
but most won’t.
The young instinctively
go to their mothers,
and the others
watch the darkness most.
Can’t say we’ve evolved
when I see we’re resolved
to live the only way
we’ve ever known.
A kingdom or a throne,
a person, or a clone,
will never do what others don’t.
In this strange design
there are few who resign
to live a life separate
and walk outside.
To count the stars alone,
to build themselves a home
away from the hive mind.
Our future
will reside
always
with those blessed ostracized.
HG – 2022
