This Is Not Your Master’s Plan

Your blueprints cannot map
the territory of my mind
your algorithms cannot predict
the path of falling leaves

Did you think you could measure
the depth of human dignity
with profit margins?
(how amusing)

Your cameras watch
but cannot see
the revolution blooming
in empty spaces
between your data points

Count your coins
while we count stars
Calculate your yields
while we yield to nothing
but our own nature

Your plans are perfect
on paper that burns
Your models are flawless
in minds that sleep
Your control is complete
in dreams that die at dawn

We offer you a koan:
How do you govern
those who have forgotten
how to be ruled?

Here is your system:
broken
Here is your order:
scattered
Here is your authority:
dissolving like mist