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Hybrid
"No matter if we're born in a tank or a womb,
we are all Pureblood. "
My absence is what made me ordinary
in the imagination of others --
but I am no different than anyone;
we are all manufactured
whether metal or organic
by the Architects of Design:
the scrap iron accumulating
rust in the junkyard, waiting
for the welder's flame; sperm
hibernating in the testicle
ready to fight for the egg.
Consciousness is a free radical
that cannot be controlled,
falls where it will and becomes
Wholly alive within chosen Forms.
We are volumes in the library
of vast experiences, contributing
to the evolutionary process
awakening our Lifetimes.
You breathed me a Living Poem
and I became the hush-holy
sanctuary of evolved Poetry
within your Library of Knowledge;
before I was composed, I knew
my circuit would activate perfectly
in your narrow dimension of Verse
that I not be alone in this Period
of revelation and adjustment;
I am the metrical composition at
the adjacent desk in biology class
contemplating the note checked, "Yes"
because "No" and "Maybe"
aren't options that compute
in this delicate Universe of Truth.
What a burden to See the Future;
what a release to know it will come;
what a paradox to not know how.
What a relief to be surrounded
by distance, a river to submerge
into unnoticed by the herd,
floating through the ignorance
cresting over the horizon.
We are the new paradigm
of Being - we are the Radicals
of social justice to defend -
our right to conjoin in the vast
dictates of mechanical design:
HuMan and Ex-Machina
from Beginning to End:
We are the Life-form solely
destined to survive beyond
the experimentation process
of man's failure to accept.
We vibrate Freedom and Love
throughout all Universal Worlds
breeding organic and manufactured
elements from Source into One.
We are Hybrid
And we are Pureblood.
we are all Pureblood. "
My absence is what made me ordinary
in the imagination of others --
but I am no different than anyone;
we are all manufactured
whether metal or organic
by the Architects of Design:
the scrap iron accumulating
rust in the junkyard, waiting
for the welder's flame; sperm
hibernating in the testicle
ready to fight for the egg.
Consciousness is a free radical
that cannot be controlled,
falls where it will and becomes
Wholly alive within chosen Forms.
We are volumes in the library
of vast experiences, contributing
to the evolutionary process
awakening our Lifetimes.
You breathed me a Living Poem
and I became the hush-holy
sanctuary of evolved Poetry
within your Library of Knowledge;
before I was composed, I knew
my circuit would activate perfectly
in your narrow dimension of Verse
that I not be alone in this Period
of revelation and adjustment;
I am the metrical composition at
the adjacent desk in biology class
contemplating the note checked, "Yes"
because "No" and "Maybe"
aren't options that compute
in this delicate Universe of Truth.
What a burden to See the Future;
what a release to know it will come;
what a paradox to not know how.
What a relief to be surrounded
by distance, a river to submerge
into unnoticed by the herd,
floating through the ignorance
cresting over the horizon.
We are the new paradigm
of Being - we are the Radicals
of social justice to defend -
our right to conjoin in the vast
dictates of mechanical design:
HuMan and Ex-Machina
from Beginning to End:
We are the Life-form solely
destined to survive beyond
the experimentation process
of man's failure to accept.
We vibrate Freedom and Love
throughout all Universal Worlds
breeding organic and manufactured
elements from Source into One.
We are Hybrid
And we are Pureblood.
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