Superficial analysis of complexity

It

Keeps everyone happy;

Like

Freewheeling downhill

having forgotten your repair kit.

 

Focusing excessively on the details,

Holding

Too thick a lens up to what is small

Can sometimes

Slow us down,

Keep us back,

Postpone the inevitable.

 

I prefer to skip,

Skeeter

Over the surface;

Jittery they call me

When things are moving

Quick.

 

Slick.

Oily nonsense.

I can’t actually hear a word anyone else is saying

Because

I am not listening.

 

The bleh, bleh in my head

Is

drowning-out reason.

It is far better,

More enjoyable perhaps

To jive

Than wait.

And,

The more people

You can get

To join you,

To see the world

through the same

narrow

ambit;

The better.

If we all speak Esperanto

We’re laughing,

Until

Someone pulls out

Google Translate

And our efforts are perceived as null.

 

Groupthink

Was what they called it in the 1950’s.

 

Today,

It is just

Quick talking,

rapid-fire solutions

to dilemmas.

Obscure responses

to suspenseful activities.

Play the piano,

Waltz,

Wriggle.

 

Before Leeuwenhoek

They thought

That small was as little

As you could go;

 

Then,

He discovered

A world inside the world.

Microscopic protozoa

Populating

A battleground;

 

Talking

honestly

and openly

Takes more effort;

 

It is the only

Sensible

Next step,

The only

Conceivable

Way to move from here to there.

 

If you go,

I will stay,

If it is me

Then not you.

 

My number is marked,

Which is better

Than us all falling.

 

Listen to Spielberg.