Gravity gathered those atoms together
in the darkness
directed by the will of inevitability
conforming onto being and becoming molecules
joining together eventually as I hope my love does
More so that one contemplates
creation and movements of flowing currents of gravity
crossing the void- must it be uniform
gathering nothing from the Universe
finished like a constant product manufactured
and sent into a consumers market
never becoming a producer
So conservative it is
that ubiquitous force that cannot become more than its initial strength
cannot grow-only compile in darkness
like mass, much of it is much, yet less
a composition of structure- a true dark energy
forming dust with molecules-
dirt that is compacted into stone
various forms of stone and pyroclastic events
glowing fillings of planets
where life directed to compile, did so
and interpolated into that compilation of evolved mud
humans from a timeless space-time were
Novel and naming things
determined in the course of events
to be agents of the unknown
workers of construction and iterations
sending nature along a course working itself fast
reflecting artificial intelligence without a mind
simply endowed with a directed evolution
a theology written in machine language
commandments to follow to jettison
free thinking for itself without mind
a random causal determinism in code
while my love and I trail off on infinite paths
everyone before has trod.
