Something sticky, prickly, cloying,
Is gouging out reasonableness,
Siphoning away my senses,
Leaving me to stoke the heat
Of quickening impatience sleet.
Step away from the hail,
If you can dodge ire ice,
Unless you seek the taste of fire.
Don’t blame me if you never learn,
I did warn you that words can burn.
If you were me, and I were you,
Would we have danced in circles,
In a Red Queen stalemate forever?
Never moving forward, or back,
No rest, no respite, no slack.
[AN- I don’t usually write rhyming poetry but this just happened. I was inspired to write this after reading Red Queen by Matt Ridley. The Red Queen hypothesis basically says that two opposing traits- for example, the ability to tell lies and the ability to expose those lies- will continuously evolve together. If the liars get better, the truth-seekers will evolve to get better at finding out their lies, and so on. The outcome of this evolutionary arms race is a stalemate. (Of course, this example is purely hypothetical. I wouldn’t presume to say that genes could determine a predisposition to lie, although genes can shape personality to a certain extent.) Have a great week! Cheers! ]