For a couple hundred years now
we have been complaining about the mechanized beasts
They are out in force today
crawling above the beach with beautiful terrifying menace
the regular cubes of the containers
lit by the sun, orderly, fulfilling all our dreams of dominance and control
meeting every need with geometric precision
But someone has formed a spiral in the sand
A hymn to organic growth
the path from birth to death
the way we have always done it
from nautilus on up
I don’t know where the power truly lies
I’m betting on the spiral
Composed August 13, 2025