Meanings in life
Purpose in life
Perhaps in my genes
Encoded, Embedded
Like granaries of infinities
Perhaps like in miseries
Embittered, embroiled
Like gems burned in soils
Perhaps it’s quite relative
Contextual, convoluted
Like you say a jigsaw puzzle
Perhaps there is nothing at all
Void, irrational, irreducible
Like the impulses and instincts
Of my born voyage
Perhaps it’s an integral sum of
My affinities, atoms and the insects
I love and sects I am born to hate
Perhaps it’s a fractal finitude
Of my broken arms, charms and arms
Like the ambiguous synonyms
I am destined to weave into this last
Perhaps it’s an ephemeral epoch
Of my sun, soil, solitude, solenoid
And burning coils and magnets
And brittle mirrors in my larvae
Perhaps it’s being written
Bringing ashes, glory, grief and gory
When I worship solar storms and Solaris
Perhaps it’s being unwritten
As I demolish and demean my tempest
Unto this utterances of prismatic promises
Perhaps it’s a synthesis of written and unwritten, like a crystal lattice unfold
Perhaps it’s a pursuit
After my musings, myriad of shadows
Lean, limbs, limping lumps of lasting leafs
I tether here and there, like a flow of pulses
I wither where and wear, waiting for warps
It’s a form of life after a firm life, long longings
It’s a firm life after a form of life, lean lenses
Like a leech, larvae, lava living lipid liquids