still

chicken pulled from an over-cooked bone. suspended moisture, poised to discorporate into non-dimensional space. a well-thumbed crucifix. a double-helix knot. still volition. still conception. we share the same primeval drive you and I. everything begins here. everything ends here. a blessed shingle without a roof, blown across a desert of crossed-out homes. a sacred foil package tethered to an important piece of wood. the fervent call of Arcosanti wind bells. sing me a terrifying lullaby.

it moves of its own volition

powered by some renewable source that mankind has yet to discover. quantum mechanics folded in on themselves. woven into a double helix knot. all should end here, life should cease, but it does not. my life defies reality as it always has, as it always returns to the same primeval drive. everything begins here. everything ends here. a blessed shingle without a roof, blown across a desert of crossed-out homes. a sacred foil package tethered to an important piece of wood. the fervent call of Arcosanti wind bells. sing me a terrifying lullaby.