Epiphany Whilst Dining on My Couch One Early Late Spring/Autumn Night-Morning

By Dani Rose

Things don't have to make sense for it to be order...

Ironically beautiful true

true

It ... 

What is "it" that is order? 

And why don't things make sense in "it"?

"It" seems to me is a conundrum.

"It" is order, where things don't make sense

Therefore, order is senseless ... 

Yeah...

I suppose it is senseless, order.

You can't have a quarter without -order.

Different letters... same sense.

Order, it is not perceived by sense...

We grow accustomed to the mean.

What we sense, makes sense, is dis-order.

Only when my comfort is "dis"-ed am I inclined to move, respond, reject.

Only when I am pushed can I discover where I stand.

Otherwise "it" is just order... senseless order it is.