The Good Observer

I can describe but not explain
I am passionately indifferent, painfully observant, and obtusely cautious
Devoid of greater transcendence, unweighted by perspective
While like you, I seek unity and clarity

I can hope but not persuade
That you will follow my analysis
Of a state of mind at one point we have all shared
Permeating order and fiction
Scribbling out a path of transit
Makes no difference in my book

All the world is a stage
No choice but to play along
But I am ever so aware that I am an actor in this
And that is what makes me an Observer
I'll never know which is worse, only what most prefer

Memoria

Nascent coming to consciousness
Clothed in guilt and shame
Collectively detecting transcendence
Pure beauty is her mind's attention

Rush of dopamine and oxytocin
The synapses insist that
A sublime harmony exists that
Must be worth saving

As to whether this is something objectively true
Is this the same for me as it is for you?

Her mind is ephemeral
Has evil chosen her?
That lying, specious demon of hers
It must surely a part in this

Her memories are snuffed out
Can’t remember her name
She's changed her tune
But all around her stayed the same

Slow whispers enfold her
As their kindling draws about her
With a quiet asphyxiation
Turn from original sin

Faster Future

Killed by science
This specimen was a sight for poor men
While they stood there stone faced and silent
Each was afraid to ask when
The air became so stale and sordid
It was doing a more adamant job of holding them there than the floor did

Killed by wonder
This is an act of treason
On top of the chains was branded a most sobering: "The pinnacle of man's stand to reason! "
For now all our patience will be fulfilled
Every tear wiped dry
We have perpetuated life, we are no longer flies

Having lived our limbic legacy
The least of us will perennialize atavistic "potential"
For latent in us lies novelty sentimental

Coira

Errantly scattered from clouds
Like misguided lightning
We are forces of nature, too

But I am only a drop from the storm,
Soon I will evaporate until another takes my place