Accretion

morning brought an arcane song to my ears i was observing the spilling of light between the curtain and the wall the way the light seemed to carry the dust when my quite moment was dispatched by the sensation of the earth and its 30 km/ps rate of motion by comparison i wasn't even a mite on an elephants eyelash i was a microbe riding on a rock on a massive migration through space my body became filled with avidity- something was about to happen the dam was made of mud and it was monsoon season looking into the hallway mirror i was astonished to see the image inside was not me this was some type of apparition a ghost that belonged to someone else the electrons in my brain swirled forming the loose pattern of wafting smoke an electrified current all of this energy shot past the sleeping dogs though the house pierced the atmosphere then outward into the deep vastness of the heavens a remarkable paroxysm and i was back with myself yet i felt subtly metamorphosed looking around, all of the stuff i had worked so diligently to acquire took on a look of being frivolous unnecessary it was all the programming of someone else the whims of a schizophrenic with vainglorious proclivities a booming voice announces: if you do not abide to the constructs of this lovely societal aggregation you are an outcast a luddite a nihilist a lost soul a demagogue a loser a shoe shiner a sewage swiller weak, pathetic, unable to assimilate due to anachronistic tendencies ... we have viewed into the aperture that gives a glimpse of both dissonnant living and ways to slough off the insanity but we are controlled by dna's unblinking eyes we make love and war simultaneously we are the amalgamation of genes we conspire against dna spirals up my spine then feathers across my neurons entrenching its fingers into my convolutions i am the product of a mad scientist who has designed me with used atoms from distant, dead stars i breathe oxygen that have been around since the birth of the universe yet, despite it all, these animated atomic miracles have fought to keep us all held together so that we may witness the splendor of being alive the morning song wasn't so veiled after all