I created all of these images with MS Fresh Paint. For this poetry, I meditated on the tension of the world. It felt like a spring wound up that wanted to uncoil. I try to express that in the images and words. And as always, I hope that you enjoy:
Nothing is random.
All things in the cosmos are
Probabilistic.
Chance is superseded by
Free-will; surprise, agency.
The lines pull apart.
We question what we were taught.
Is life so rigid?
With different talents,
Yet sharing equal respect,
Our skills compliment.
An era begins—
Even the powerful know—
Without hierarchy.
Violence of concepts,
Not the people who make them,
Begets new knowledge.
Our hopes are enzymes;
Our intentions pave the way
For futures to form.