Maelstrom

The king descends into a maelstrom.

He is lost in the chaos of his mind and the chaos of the world created by his mind. His behavior is erratic. His speech is incoherent and his thinking is a mess. 

The king represents the confusion of the people.

The collective consciousness spins like a giant whirlpool that swallows ships, that swallows kingdoms. The chaos of a popular movement lifted him to a place where he doesn’t belong and enthroned him there.

He cloaks his idiocy with artificial intelligence and envisions himself as Christ healing the sick.  

His subjects praise him and he takes away their healthcare. 

He squanders the wealth of the kingdom on prisons and bombs.

He threatens to destroy a civilization. 

He destroys civilization itself.

His wife appears on TV and declares her innocence.

We are all caught in this maelstrom.

Everything is falling apart and will never fall back together.

The world spirit, the mass mind, always on the move, spins in the whirlpool. Turn turn turn.

The Scientists throw another rocket at the moon.

Words and meaning lost their connection. Things fall apart.

The national idol falls and shatters on the floor of the world. I try not to cut my feet on the pieces when I get dressed for work. 

This moment in my lifespan, an old man with no retirement plan. 

I fall out of bed and bruise my soul.

I get dressed to go to the pin factory.

At least the work is not pointless, I jest.

I watch podcasts that try to explain, but the podpeople can’t explain.

Everybody is reading everything into anything because everything must mean something even though we don’t understand the purpose of anything. We condemn everything to meaning, but meaning eludes us, because all the meaning systems have fallen and shattered on the floor of the world, and the world we inhabit doesn’t make sense.The world is spinning like the mind of a drunk.

Turn turn turn

We descend into the maelstrom.

I come home from work and open my notebook full of chaos.

The Evening Star appears in my window.

Even Venus is descending.

Aphrodite Herself.

Or just another thing in the sky they can throw rockets at.

You decide.