The most subtle
Of Changes
In an atom leads to propagation
Imbued by a rest frame in decay
The speciation of a universe is born
As the body moving
Becomes the body collective
Homogeneity reveals a constant
The traits of aeons compilate
To enter cosmic mitosis
And yet
Transmutate fantastic
And embrace me in your galactic arms
From the horizon
A spiral is formed
You here bear witness to a revolutionary metaphase
Alas for I'm but a creature of the modern age
In this light what's there not to regale of
We are all but cellular gamma rays
From the oceans to the caves
In exponential increments
A ternary interface
From the dawn of the neolith
And to no one's pleasure might I owe this platitude
The end of a civilization is marked by a stillness
A dying star collapses
To be smeared across the singularity
As if conducted by gravity
The mergers begin to dance
And in the end of this
Was there ever consciousness
Was there ever reality
Or could this be unparalleled
Was there ever intention
Or consequence
Or cognizance
Was there ever consciousness