We are slaves to the chemical processes of our own bodies. |
-Formulaic Slaves- by Keaton Foster Rules Logic Chemical responses Formulaic slaves Burdened by the creator A beautiful flaw Doomed from the get Each second of life Equals death There is And will be No coming back No second chances Everything To absolute nothing In a flash In an explosion of emptiness All who remain will know While we will not We have our ideas At night they rest At our bedside Keeping us warm Keeping us calm Reassuring us That tomorrow will come And if it does not Then at least we will be removed Placed upon the clear blue The reality, often unsung Is that nothing No words by man Or fantasies of a God in hand Will ensure such a thing From one day to the next We are formulaic slaves Endeared to our carcasses And the chemical responses And aging infrastructure Of our very being Our mind, such a sublime wilderness Full of so many forgetful ideas Concepts strewn together with string Tied with poor man’s knots Cut the line has never been screamed But the truth is that many Far more than most Are always holding scissors The processes of who we are Never stops Our one absolute constant Equally shared Equally burdened That and death of course We are formulaic slaves To our bodies and to ourselves No god above or darkness below Could ever hope to compete With the depths of our own body And the decaying Destructive nature of what It means to be alive… Formulaic Slaves Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |