Evolutionary and Sublime

I am odd system of nerves
and cells and electricity-
from science's lessons I learn
the physicality of my existence.

And the nerves-
they communicate mysteries,
the mysteries of feelings and
smelling reptilian.
The mysteries of
nature and desire and death.

Unless you fight them.

Occasionally, mostly accidentally, I flash
you abortive smiles, fake ones too,
and occasionally, always accidentally,
real smiles.

I embarrass myself in preemption of pain-
With constant, bright, shining lies- constantly
Emerging, darkened, from the
Perilous periphery of my consciousness.

I long, with heavy dedication to
my sacred sentient breaths,
for the memory of real sleep inside the womb
and that salvation be in the casket,
and that it be final.

I will always become enamored with
anatomical drawings of the heart,
but not the soul.

And as the result I stand fully
formed and crippled:
here you see me, a cryptically
purposeful grin on my face,
eyes squinting, and lamenting
being allergic to life.

And I walk onward with definite steps,
contemplating my near-expertise
at maintaining patience in opposition to desire-
Fearing more nightmares in the day time,
Speeding through time and forging, with
astounding zeal, a collective
guilty conscience for the innocent.

Blink once, you can feel the tender overtones
of the evolutionary and the sublime.

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