Devolutionary Dictum

I am not attached
To your world
Mere need for oxygen
Mammalian ancestry
And bile
All trifling things
Are points of commonality

You see
You are blinded
By your wisdom
Your great knowledge

By your soul

To the truth of your existence

I
On the other hand
Recognize the truth

No great fate waits
No higher purpose
Nor power
No reason
Exists to give meaning
To our existence

Our only reason
For being
A paltry one at that
Is to facilitate facsimile

With each birth
Each divergent error in DNA
We show that we
All of us
Cannot even get that right.

© 2012, Mosquitobyte