Clouds of Blood

Things that copy themselves 
Are very rare
Machine-like molecules
Stepping up the
evolutionary ladder
Over obstacles, unseen

Nothing for the blazing future
Radio Activated
charcoal warriors
Emboldened the bystanders
who have no clue
Making flawed copies of
the faulty narrative

Stumbling over the
Acronyms of life
Blindly slicing with their
Light sabers of justification

Freedom
the shout
Justice
the intent
Chaos blooming from all corners
of the maggot ridden fields

Bold is the golden gate of heaven
That can only be entered
By the pure of heart

Broken is the wheel of time
Which rarely, but always
Repeats itself

September 1, 2024 SGL Brunswick, ME