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natural man

dancing on the head of a pin
aren’t we all, after all?
dancing on the head of a flea
after all, aren’t we?

diving headlong into obscurity
shedding our meaning like layers of our skin
we only know the moment or
much worse, confuse it with our destiny

dying without trying is our plight
burning like a meteor in the night
from an unknown source to an unnamed home
gathering sparklers along our burning shell

fly fly alone a true and steady course
the eyes of gravity and mass gaze upon you
somewhere in your heavy metal heart
lies a cryptic chemical prescription

intelligence jumps like a static charge
upon a finely polished teeming metal rod
it leaps the barriers between the inorganic
and the carbon-based entities we call human

the bridge lies within our logic
and the divine is like a tiny night light lit
sweeping truth like a wave
unrecognized or taken for granted

and be all this as it may be
i feel compelled to surmise
that through my research and heart-felt reflection
my final conclusions and
my soul-swept inspiration
could very well be wrong
in the final measure

and so i stand one day of late in winter
i gaze up into the cold and crisply sparkling deep night sky
standing shivering in slipper and pajamas
fortified by my little coffee
and seeking something that i do not know

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