fragments, 10/23/02
Oct. 24th, 2002 02:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
novapsycheWe, particles of sun,
encased, entrenched, entangled
in these casks of flesh,
we cosmic dust children,
blown like chaff in a stellar wind,
we cannot help but clamor,
to proclaim all that can sound;
we cannot help but ogle,
to perceive all that can be seen;
we are organic black boxes:
instruments that record,
bearing bare witness to all events
that come to be.
encased, entrenched, entangled
in these casks of flesh,
we cosmic dust children,
blown like chaff in a stellar wind,
we cannot help but clamor,
to proclaim all that can sound;
we cannot help but ogle,
to perceive all that can be seen;
we are organic black boxes:
instruments that record,
bearing bare witness to all events
that come to be.