Part
Four:
I have taught you
our family’s version of prayer as
Peace, Love, We
are all interconnected.
This is the quintessence
of life.
I hope to see each
form of life in our universe for what it came from, is and will be
And find kinship;
I seek to live in cooperative balance so that we all may thrive.
This is idealistic
at times, but I would rather our genes perish than compromise
This pith of truth
I have come to bathe to the marrow with my respect.
Humans may claim
some magic men wrote books from the almighty.
Humans may enlist ourselves
into tribes of every nation to war in factions.
Humans may pollute
the water from which we were formed and send signals of vile contempt into the
air.
Humans may preach
that god is on their side to rationalize the very acts forbidden in their literature.
These are
distractions. These are messages in glass
bottles thrown rashly into oceans,
Only to be found
by later generations clumped into the very mud beneath the boat they were
catapulted
Unanswered, un-responded,
and un-floated around our globe
The bodies of the
authors will be decomposed in crypts their brethren felt compelled to preserve
their carcasses in boxes of pine to become inevitable dust generating feckless
pittances.
The finders will
read the preserved pages with awe as if time makes an idea more credible,
prudent, or powerful; the gaps of recorded history yawn to us so with white-noise
accoutrements;
The rambunctious clamor
of the impetuous deceased will seep into irises and
Process in a
lexicon of converted symbols
To impart meaninglessness
to their genetic carriers breathing, listening and
Ranting of Pandora’s
infertile gifts discovered in their bottles.
Daughter, I impart
you nothing material. I never will, for
we do not really possess anything.
All this commerce
of tactile goods, emotional stability, and even biological aptitude is conducted
In a fleeting
industry scoffed off by the palette of time, but
Alas there is
another game afoot
For yes our bodies
are disposable, but what we choose to say, elect to think and scribe
Through the
paradise of the arts can be verbalized, documented and utilized by the
collective
Super-organism and
all other genetic carriers on this planet and potentially the galaxy
As other forms of
life may do for us
These codes are
not in our deoxyribonucleic acid, but whispered in secrets above
The jurisprudence
of chromosomes; it is possible to take part in surfing a wave beyond a wave
In this way; if
that message in a bottle charges with effrontery at the establishment of
indolence
To our collective
genetics; we find victory; we taste the same pseudo flavor of eternity, which
Our genes crave.
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