Freeze Dryed

it is the atomic weight that matters most. violent barbiturate toungues empty coffee cups and deliver the insight. before there was religion there was foldgers dry roast. before the lunar landing there was instant oatmeal. still my toungue is heavy with saliva. i shall not lie. it is the description that matters least. the patient deconstruction of all unsound perspectives. bright and ultra bright scientific notations fell from heaven like lightening. the witnesses annotated cauterized edges and spoke in the most literal sense. before there was a mother there was a mosaic womb. before there was a helix faith there was a clay parable. still the pencil aches in the palm of my hand. i shall not murder. it is the pattern that matters most. catching low tide shells in between shallow moons. fringed hands count down the gene pool legend, seperated only by accented lips. before there was a cleric in a robe there was a tilt in the axis. before there was a fat bellied fertility goddess there was a splinter in a finger. still my stomach is full of acrid compound naratives. i shall not want.