Game Of Reproduction

Game Of Reproduction
© Surazeus
2017 11 18

The sun that gleams gold through black swirling clouds
my ancient ancestors worshipped as God
who creates life through agency of light
for thick beams of heat splashing at our globe
weave organic bodies of flesh from rays
of flashing molecules born from big bang
of conscious creation that flares forth far
from primal pulse of vital energy
that glows still in the beating of our hearts.

The sun is nothing more that sphere of atoms
compressed tight by gravity of thick mass
where pulsing particles of Helium
fuse fast from flares of nuclear compression
and generate elements that combine
in sloshing swirls of deep warm ocean womb
to compose these complex chemical forms
which nourish our brains where webs of neurons
sparkle virtual world of our consciousness.

With my wife and two daughters I stand still
on wood bridge beneath splashing waterfall
halfway up steep mountain of rain-lush forest
and feel sparkles of sunlight in each drop
of water that kisses cells of my body
which soaks divine light of eternal sun
to swim channels that interlace my flesh
so I feel divine spirit of our world
permeate this frail robotic self I dream.

We are all, seven billion breathing souls
aching to live on this small spinning ball
of water and dirt, fragments of one soul
that pulses in every atom of light,
and so we are each particular examples
of one ideal concept we label Human,
each neurotic brain, flashing consciousness,
God attempting to wake from endless dream
of singing molecules, and know its name.

No God exists outside our dreaming brains
for our brains are combinations of atoms
evolving from clusters of Helium sparkles
into complex fabric of molecules
that calculate chemical operations
to integrate material of sweet fruit
which sustains perceptions of watching eyes
so our brains can generate clear world view
composed of simple narrative events.

We create the universe in our heads
by telling stories about conscious beings
who perform actions of cause and effect
that explain through drama of interaction
social process of sexual reproduction
for we are talking animals who lust
to embrace the companion we love most
by sharing food so we can reproduce
models of ourselves to live beyond death.

Again in flesh we reincarnate souls
of our conscious brains to reproduce dreams
of actions that sustain life of our bodies
so male and female, embracing with passion,
generate new models of vibrant bodies
in children who rebel against our rules
and create their own dramas of desire
so most successful players in the game
of reproduction are worshipped as gods.

When I gaze in the strange eyes of my daughters
I see all the ancestors of our souls
who lived these past four hundred million years
transforming through each stage of evolution
from single cells into tale-dreaming gods,
so all the rich complexity of thought
our brains calculate through stories of life
were programmed well by each subsequent soul
who reproduced each new body of life.

Each moment as I walk through labyrinth
of molecular forms in hall of mirrors,
that glitter in the eyes of every soul,
my brain generates stories of survival
in lessons my ancient ancestors learned
which are coded in our narrative tales
that constitute the legends of our culture
which guide us to act with creative love
when we gather to hear Astaria sing.