evolutionary trap by Richard Paezfrom fine, conductive wires hang my vestigial sense organs straining to perceive radiations not meant for them
across this space my parts are scattered: here my mummified lungs well preserved from exposure to too much winter air, and there my crude, prototype voice-box lays silent
this room is too well lit to be frightening but something tells me to get out while i still can id be better off outside with sunshine, junk mail and street signs, than in here with these throwback mutant hopes
caressing my vine-like nerves i plug them into the wall-socket laugh madness as that voice-box chitters inconsistencies (plural singularities overcoming gravity friction in a vacuum) the postulates of a physics not meant for the human universe spreading (geometrically, exponentially) the leaps and bounds of electrons pain and pleasure the conflicting polarities of two ions bent on mutually assured destruction
bones and muscles arranged in ways not compatible with my human frame glands, ducts and nerves endings receive messages too honest for the human mind i, a dumb child experiencing pain for the first time and not grasping the meaning
unable to overcome a process possessed with eons of inertia, i find myself outside junk mail and street signs shivering in the sunshine 09/24/2002 Author's Note: sometimes, the viruses and enzymes in my cells, that make my life possible, sing to me of times when they were kings, times when i was a hopeless worm, prey to beings that we humans don't have the heart or stomach to even imagine.
Posted on 09/24/2002 Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
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