Poem #222. This poem is about the great divide between children and adult autonomy.
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It was safe here.
Safe from harm.
Safe from danger.
Wrapped in a cage of steel.
Alone, together.
I remember that fear.
That eternal dread.
The rushing noises.
Now they were muted.
Instead of weak,
I was the one now that roared.
Subway was fresh.
Subliminal messaging.
Precious lost in time.
Demanded of to rush.
Just in case.
Opportunity obtuse.
And no discrimination
Against those serpents
Whose verbal skills wax
Against those who will
Against that reprisal
Uncertain against whispers.
In-group, in-group
All of them were in-group
Dreamed up of those
Who refused, in honor
To participate in-group
Gifting to them
Unearned goodwill
Without the Gott of All.
Injustice against the child
Exploring and adventuring
Seeking out dominion
By touching and feeling
The earth and its inhabitants
But disallowed from keys
Disallowed from cage
Disallowed from evolution
Into exoskeleton man.
Hesitate not in crossing
Hesitate and cease from hell
Angry at this evolution
Angry at abandonment
Of human vulnerability to sin
That nature of sense and sinew
Abandoned in an instant
The millenias of savage mean
Reintroduced as disempathetic
Was I really safe?
Or foolish determined
To flit about in silly tourism
Of places which before
Were just some mystical
Holy place apart, for others?
One Gott, brought down
By Jesus. Rage incense at theology
And somehow
He walked
From Bethany
To bring back from death
In some practice of holy propaganda
His friend
Lazarus
Who did not evolve
From human to rolling mech
But walked again.
It was safe here.
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📅 Written May 30, 2024
📍 Written at Joshua's work along the West Toll Gate Creek
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Adults have this crazy superpower of teleportation and time travel called "the car." It drives you to places that would be impossible for your physical body to reach of its own power and stamina. There's not really a morality in that, but there is a power difference. Children are not allowed to drive cars. Which also seems reasonable given that their motor skills and reaction time are not suited for the danger that a very fast 1-ton steel cage requires to operate safely.
But this makes it very easy for adults to change the landscape of how children are allowed to move and experience the world. Instead of a child exploring through city corridors and darting amongst buildings and people, senseless cars with pacified drivers mindlessly roar and curtain the city into "safe" and "not safe" areas.
Seems like an interesting socio-evolutionary phenomenon. But it makes me wonder how the stories of Jesus would have ended up sounding were they to have adopted the "science" and cultural norms that we today embrace. Obviously this is a very Christocentric worldview, but most of our society uses language and ideas that are also Christocentric in nature. And maybe that's a good thing. I'm not an anti-car evangelist by any means. Cars seem to, at least at the moment, be the evolutionary psychological winner in whatever survival scheme is taking place this century.
But maybe the next century will be different. Who knows?
a Joshua Brown poem #222 "Resurrection Commute"
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