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A Bitter Fruition
03:44
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Fairest dusk, your grim onset,
Does curve the lips upward and
Lift my head Eastern in direction (Divulge)
I yearn to bask in the pale light of
Your silver, spherical nucleus once again. (Oblige)
Delve into my nature...
All loathing.
Speak my name.
The wind chills and in a way comforts me...
Knowing there are things colder than I.
A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things now disputable within,
The bacterial body I uphold.
A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things once disputable within,
All celestial bodies.
My marks upon this world are miniscule
and insignificant.
...And yet I persist with the utmost dilligence.
And as these beads of rain trickle down my face,
I know soon I will lie beneath the ground I tread.
A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things now disputable within,
The bacterial body I uphold.
A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things once disputable within,
All celestial bodies.
From a breath to inanimation,
Flourishing to an abrupt dissipation
A life of effort sans merit
Such is a bitter fruition
The wind chills and in a way comforts me...
Knowing there are things colder than I.
A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things now disputable within,
The bacterial body I uphold.
A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things once disputable within,
All celestial bodies.
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Helices
04:12
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These helices, models of my internal design.
Illustrate, color and shepherd my physical being.
My vessel.
My everything.
On a molecular level, I am as complex as any other.
We all share a frame of reference.
Nucleic acids, strands of pure information.
In search of all life's origin, unwinding the double helix.
Genes replicate, scripting one existence at a time.
Duplicate. Direct my composition.
Developed natural practice.
On a molecular level, I am as complex as any other.
We all share a frame of reference.
Nucleic acids, strands of pure information.
In search of all life's origin, unwinding the double helix.
Growing. (Resonating in us)
Shifting. (An ever-constant pulse)
Changing. (Inclusive and open)
Evolve. (This frequency does pull)
Adapt. (To deny connection)
Create. (Is not to separate)
Improve. (This is everlasting)
Perfect. (This bond is sarosanct)
The tree of life, once only a seed...
Of which I was the sower.
Is still but a mere sapling within an orchard of distinct eldership.
Much like a lantern on a window sill, left as a beacon,
I will always be here. Glowing, hopeful and forever-prompted.
Fiber based and carbon formed, of all the things I've felt before.
Nothing equates or can pacify more,
Than the answers I seek being washed to the shore.
As I relish the findings and bathe in the wealth,
Of the knowledge of gained about us. About self.
I am assured, substantiated, relieved.
That I am more than I've grown to believe.
The chain remains unsevered.
Prokaryotically, from whence we have come.
Genetically predisposed, radiated by the sun
Mathematically developing continuous strains of reality.
An elaborate procedure executed with surgical precision.
And through all of this...
Change will occur.
And our roots gather foul water; diluted nutrients.
Yet we wonder why we remain unripe.
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