The Mechanic Of A Cell...

I’ll admit -that my feces is shit… plagues like sickly cells, the reaver of dreams, another reaper. Hands on blood, mud on shoe. Who of which two must you also choose these too?“

Bend like light,

Endure like darkness.

Atomic numbers determine all fates of cellular structures and re-insure their physical embodiment.

Motorized-Vehicular-Spinners that throw off sparks.

-Different minerals create different spark colors.

Why?! Why God... how have you learned of my many unforeseeable ways?

Did you truly march upon the soil and earthly roads to teach me?

-Surely the being an “All knowing, Omnipresent form” could have, just as easily silenced me with the understanding of what any person truly is or needs!

I much enjoyed the well-stated silence, however, when does that same light cease to burn my flesh and eyes... and instead sets course to my prior and blackened past?

Do we ever, “validate” our choices through the support of fellow personalities?

-or as mere beings of mortal composition contain us within these predictable behaviors.

Do not seek the comforts,

Of another person's,

Successes.

I flinched, once, twice, then once more. None were obvious enough to become seen, especially through a mechanical fabric and their outdated node-monitors. -I am Zi Lordly of the Kings. You are being held liable for the production of (falsely) materials necessary for a small militia to succeed, yet compliant within a locale sustainable area. The space? “What space...” -This was a base-released question that determined surviving a surgical operative organization. ORo and eIM had tested boundaries, learning for themselves “which universe, which world... which places to, preach.” They (just as I) have found that Earth, encompasses the soil of blood, the trees of death, the water of acidity and an air of toxin

Four walls, 1 call, and too many multiple halls. I’ve been this charmed and blessed...

My mental state is of an incomparable truth.

Death-to-me, as I am besieged!

1 ceiling and 1 floor... how should this not...

just as more, Become asked of for sure?

Why does this light forgive, and of its time...

Who has set such a greater purpose?

The moment of life and death’s meet is quite....

An oddity. We kiss and hug, to showcase our love.

But with what body, thought or word should EVER,

--EVER begin to speak so... sweetly? 

As if the blossoms of every flower is to burn with blood

-- whilst dripping from the spines of thorns.

Grow boldly, tiny Goddess. Your forest here, is an old man’s

once forgotten finest. Please (dearest little) forsake no brother.

They fight and kill, all destroy over your affection, remember me.

Gravity is based on: temperature, movement, and the atomical quantity.

-Otherwise. It’s solely determined by Conflict, and Conflict... Alone.

Matter is based on a subjective and a relative scale, never directly (or categorically) through a form or collective state of a mass. They say: “It’s impossible to change center mass, nor is it possible to predict it.”

-That understanding or “knowledge” includes the understanding of a singular consistency, that ALL mass (or weight) is solely existent from a triangular shape (one that composes light, photons and particles). This is also to say, light is just as symmetrical as it is