Adam's Seed

Love's simplicity gives us strength to grow, weaving through time patterns of the soul.
Complex creation is human torment as life in death fails to ferment.
Surging blood sheds fetal blastema, Primal beats now rhyme in disequilibria.
Disturbed emotion intent to behave, purpose found reason in seas chaotic wave.
Abruptio absentia denies one of self, humanity's genes hidden, lay quiet on the shelf.

Primordial sustenance meant to decompose, locked now forever in effects presuppose.
Mitochondrial remnants key to the mind, awareness for relation surfaces in time.
Nuclear reminiscence is reactors catalyst, stimuli de memoria stood to resist.
Poetry forsaken to write the close, prophetic tongue elucidates in handwritten prose.

For seeds to germinate, begin to grow, soil in grave spreads ferment the seeds begin to sow.
Gravity springs the seasons, each sprout begins to cry. Magnetism propels growth, all things then die.
The waters descend in vertical constant motion, mixing in winds of lifes horizontal viscous surging notion.
A perpetual ritualistic motion God only knows....This garden of human thought and true beauty is life's rose.

Streams of mankind shall flow eternal on Earth as it is in heaven.
Now as the waters pour forth enveloping time, forbidden knowledge surfaces flooding the shallow mind.
Gates will open, the streams will converge, forsaken density will blend and purge, and this garden will meet in the restless seas of our mind, DNA will document each passage in space of time.

Synthesis of cummulative forgotten matters surface in death, ascending as reality shatters.
Now we come to be and finally know, remembering love's memory of the root and tribe of our soul.
"Fear not, Behold" the Elders did saith; "one would come to loose the seven seals and the Tribe of Judah hath prevailed, as has the root of David."

- Blanche McLanahan