A Territorial Imperative

Space . . .
Robert Ardrey posed the question for the ages
When he offered up his treatise on rats in cages.
As space recedes, said he, the pace of life leaves us no
Time to breathe, crowds in, forces us to cross against
The yellow to red light, doesn’t wait nor hesitate.
The breath of fresh air becomes the fetid exhale.
Heat, the result of speed,
Expands each encounter’s
Sure as a cave in cuts off
Turns day into night, begins the claustrophobic’s fright.
Crushed against each other, each instant seems longer and so the
Sure grows – We move – Race against
The red light or even more (maddeningly)
Cruise through it at the end of the line obdurately refusing to look left or right.
You know this truth even as you sit in denial waiting for the last car to hurtle
Past and the cars behind you begin their honking cry
All ready to race to where the next lights lie.

And even each recognition of this act of speed compressing,
Instead of giving us peace,
Becomes another form of the press
Sure to push us even faster.
Ever closer to the edge that’s despair. Consumed, subsumed . . .
Our terror turning ist.
And meanwhile, there it is blinking, the cursor light winking,
With it’s only eye – telling us
That it’s Pentium (Trademarked) process can take us there,
Race us there out into inner space,
Our gameboys palmpiloted.
Our implanted synapses
Imploding at Warp 8.
Which seems great, until
We realize like the Star Trekkers we so wish we were,
“Beam me up Scotty”
That that is the speed at which our universe begins to disintegrate,
Begins to un relate.
And only Super (the person that is) can reverse our fate,
Can retract the boarding gate,
Can reinvent the late great time when we all had a little SPACE . . .


One Response to A Territorial Imperative

  1. […] Robert Ardrey in his seminal work, the Territorial Imperative, posed that increasing the number of objects, people, ideas, inventions, creations, in a limited space could drive us rat-like crazy.  Is that it? He said it was instinctive.  I wonder. […]

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