Written by: John Weber

The pinnacle spires high
with fulcrums underneath
prodding with refinement
like sugar grinding teeth
to form life in decay
until all cells betray

the protein code mapped out
when time and flesh combine
to trigger our splendor
in blazing hope benign,
sharing each reaction
locked away in fraction.

Collusion whelps in pain
as billions of fresh eyes
shrug away lies arcane
to peel away the guise
extolling disarray
when day erodes away.