We are under chemical directivity

they are what we are, you see

DNA winds environment and history

but to us it is a blind mystery

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In youth the chemicals

turn our eyes into shape envy

we see things old now differently

when the spiral ladder so decrees

time for that chemical dance; 1,2,3

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They find our signature stuffed indifferently

scattered way out in distant Milky Way seas

suitcases floating spectographic identity

islands the same as in you and me

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Chemicals have liked to claim a soul

as in love they are able to do so easily

for how has so much exact serendipity

so much perfect compatibility

come into we to be?

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Some might say we chemicals

are on our own doubt indefinitely

Ideas, just happening to appear to be

found near hydrogen and oxygen’s

tide bound Mother Sea.

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We live in what we call reality

and every part would need to be

purely coincidental culpability

which seems like purest improbability

that formulas would change perfectly

with a puzzle fit to unveil this diversity

all from the same redefined energy.

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Chemicals are typing

this tales on-line plea

vibrating string theories

quarky quantum quintessence

M-brane theory

I feel my ego head swells

with idea based encephalopathy.

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I dream of friends

in gray simple rain

I am closer to love

when nearest to pain

I am just like you

you have your own name

but how unique are we

we do not type the same?

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Words make us as one

but who is it to blame

when a coconut holds its future

its open shell, the rain.