Wordmonger - writings by Siam Siam

Not straight forward but round and about.

That’s how we often are,

that’s how yours truly is;

the way things fall and flow

in loops, ellipses, parabolas,

spiralling like galaxies, pebbles on a string

slung on their own momentum;

returning from where they came from again and again

crafting glorious geometries, living graphs and glyphs

imprinting the visual cortex, the mind's eye

with more meaning than any words.

All contained within Time's bumpy elbow.

Not the fast track to get rich, mayhap!

- go places, achieve results, be smart.

But, surely, sustainable, self-propelled and sufficient.

Does the straight line of logic rule every journey,

career, life, road-trip?

Once embarked upon, by chance or choice,

what other ingredient, intention or circumstance

brings things together for tipping or turning points

and combustion in time - the stars, just so?

Karma, archetypal or personal

sieving through the collective

finds opportunities to manifest.

Easy to attribute mishap as fault,

the comeuppance of shame.

Or statistical probability,

malicious cosmic programs,

the determinations of focused ambition.

To blame others.

Wriggle out of responsibility.