The Poem Never Written

		The secret of life may never be known
			a gestalt made from the collective genius
				of biochemical conception
					and the perfection of probability.

		How profound it is for a nebulous mass
			sleeping,
				floating in space
					never talking
						never listening
					interacting within its own mists
						discovering its own laws of order
					created by an idea
				that has many titles of God.

		Remarkable concepts
			built into every molecule
				a city of elements
					behaving in chaos
						molecules join randomly
							in a fashion
								in numbers
									creating life
								which barely lingers
							among the dead and dark
						who didn't succeed.

		By random chance
			the life tumor grows
				becoming rooted
					gambling existence
						for more seconds of time.

		The short life of Earth
			among debris of galaxies
				delicate as tear drops
					is remarkable and fantastic.

							***

		Among life is remarkable Man
			with the power to conceive all reality.
				So intelligent
					so small
						so superior
							controlling conceptions
								that alter patterns
							to suit his own needs.
	


		To realize all details simultaneously
			is beyond his intelligence.
 				He makes the mistake
					of adjusting too many parts
						fouling the machine.

		He can't understand what went wrong
			he must suffer from ignorance
				just as losers
					are never privledged with victory.

		It's inevitable with the mentality of Man
			that all this should happen over again.

		All things God created
			can be taken apart.