Take a microscope to the body
and it dissolves into cells
compiled bundles
of biomolecules
cytoplasm spiraled around a nucleus
the junior version of our mother ship
the brain
Its downloaded program
makes life starved of space
a possibility for flourishment
Though if a single cell
were to step out of line
from the maze of cluttered membranes
it would be cancerous, it would be contagious
throttling its neighbors
in its sick, twisted disease
Aren’t organisms merely larger cells?
Is rebellion nothing more than a cautionary tale?
I know I was made with the right hardware
A strong aptitude to succeed within the rat races
Yet why do my legs refuse to run
when my mind screams a command
passed down from a higher force
I do not fully trust nor believe in?
In the simplicity of a layer of skin
its easy to answer that free will does not avail
unless it topples our delicate structure
and erodes the sense of peace and pleasure
from our endeavors
of endeavoring
Searching for a purpose
that sinks beneath the surface
As our world layers
in new oceans of locations
Where cancer cannot merely destroy
or be destroyed
Is the notion of free will
a byproduct
of an intricate environment
where possibilities flow
like rivelets
cascading towards a waterfall
where the beating streams end in silence
where liquids dissolves to dust?
Or do we complicate the biosphere?
the food chain a web of tangled paths
where opposing notions do not merely evaporate
as one triumphs or loses in the black and white
of mutated or regular?
After all, we continue to argue in stale office rooms
and to ourselves in art where there are no
rules.
My logic pining on a blinking cursor
for a clear answer
in the multihued dimensions
of mono colored
words.
