Ripples

We are all just ancient cosmic vessels of organic

energy and memories. In love with violence, sex,

heartbreak and constantly creating enemies.

We are all conscious, sedimentary stones

woven together by flesh and bone,

destined to make ripples.

We are born desperate children,

desperately in constant need to suckle

contaminated milk from Mother Nature’s

sacred nipples. We are addicted to siphoning

radiation from the immortal breast of our

archaic universe.

Animals and kingdoms.

Extroverts and introverts.

We’re too old to know the past

and too young to see the future.

We’re crippled intergalactic gladiators,

who fancy dying by excessive sugar

and wasting away precious seconds

in front of personal computers.