exquisite messes
of ganglions and meat strings
thinking we are the center of the universe
puppets zapped with electricity
immortal in the Moment of each experience
and staring hard away
from the inevitability
of our finite existence
all the pointlessness iridescent
in the etchings of meanings we choose to give it
the jewels of insanity
of the Accident of Breath
the fibers and filaments
releasing
strands of DNA and stardust
strange sparks in pieces of dirt
so deep in denial
we waste every minute
©️ 2015
Originally posted on my DeviantArt
Mischa Fox 