Sitting
still,
abiding
by guidelines
that exist
solely
to straighten
the frayed edges
of bent societies
that gaze
at carbon skies,
witnessing
light
reflect
into light,
reflecting
into light,
multiplied
by numbers
only molecules
and wavelengths
themselves
could fathom;
northern lights
in southern skies.

Man
manufacturing hope,
a nonlinear
product
for each
and every
demographic.
The ultimate sales ploy.

It’s easy to stray from topics
when every topic includes another,
colonies coinciding within others,
biomes, environments, cultures,
cells, organs, organisms,
inclusive to any wishing to reside and migrate to,
a collage of lives shaped by the hands of gods,
soft thoughts are easiest to mold.