When the great books of happiness are torn from existence
all thoughts will be erased,
people will have no ideas
ideas will have people,
we will be stolen from reason.
Great fires will burn on hillsides and in public places,
brother will kill brother,
women will rip their young from the womb and curse god,
leaders will build bridges between ideologies
and place walls between their people.
When all the books of happiness are taken from the shelves
they will be replaced by monotone direction,
by bland belief and improper order.
When all the text of love is lifted from the page
the beauty of chaos will cease.
All things will be marshalled into order,
those souls who know no songs to sing will rule.
Gallery walls will blind eyes with their resplendent emptiness.
Instruments will become ornaments,
music will be meaningless.
So thrive in love and chaos,
denounce borders and the fear of difference.
Watch the controlling Gods disappear
rage against the stagnant order
and see the world come into focus.