There is a science to building worlds
Out of graphite and photons
Where I’ll be damned if lightning
Strikes the house and
Surges the electricity,
Killing the progress of the last hours.
Watching the worlds I’ve built disappear
Like a dream I meant to remember,
Like a storybook caught
On fire, like the amoeba
God forgot the moment
He placed bacteria and stirred
The primordial soup, turning back to heaven.
As if that’s all he needed
To do. No creature formed was seen by Him.
Science, design. Not just math, not just divine.
Life belongs to itself,
Nothing we create is our own