The Variable

Twisted and broken down,

You can find the essence underground,

Voices ringing out in daunting unison;

A vision disrupted by a prison of

Decaying matter,

Barely registering on the faces of passers,

But so the spoils go only to

The very best of us not affected.

My mind reels,

Pull back my eyelids to reveal

A cosmic fugue of dark matter

Binding together that

Which I’m assembled of,

Being stardust.

We are those that choose no choice.

Living only by a screaming

Inner voice.

There are no ways to reconcile

Inevitable,

Because we are the variable.