Analysis of Without decree

Without the force of law
Known not the official order
Only known by what it produced
A schooling and a border
Books instead of bans on deforestation
Shops that sell the dead
That then 'walk' back to the farm for us to visit and their fur spread
Parks that grow and rust
Payed and played seas
Landfill instead of dust
Cemeteries or mass graves
Or burnings instead or ashes sewn
Roads that lead to houses
And their endless message grown
Or fields left to be mowed
A flowery extinction in tow
People talking in accents
That deep down we already know
A God with endless faces
Oneness in greater good
What is creators decree
Oh how it exists despite me!
And with me merely pink snow
Without the poison afterglow
Then without decree
I find the meaning of me?
Am I light? Am I love?
A holy spirit? A holy dove?
A violet flame? An energy?
A narrative? A darkness?
Greater good? A collective?
A purpose? A directive?
An expression? A God spark?
A devine vessel? A time frame?
A number? A symbol?
A reading? A vapour?
Just me...? And my mind.