ode to the beast
in the carbon earth my bonds are decomposing
white bones and mighty flesh
the book of dna rna is transcribed
its interpretation into stone
voice of my generation
laid to rest in diagrams hardened of time
each today orders his own grave
lines and particles of imagination
govern objective reality
forces having bled into interstitial memory
does this destruction ,this annihilation,
program in the ruins of our machines-
a destiny ?
or does the forgotten fossil
record the ode to the beast within?
i feel archeology tells a story. each human enterprise and animal being is governed calcuated by an algorithm. its a simple and complex algorithm, making complexity in creation thru code.
i believe man is not eternal, but our being is outside our perception. god loves our being and understood mans nature and so entrapped the soul for a time to achieve enlightenment. perhaps i voice my being thru my autism.