Spark

The mission was to become what we are

and I do not know if I am a dog, a chemist

or a silk screen. If I am lonely I need only

the soft tapping of tonsils, the stock

exchange, the hustle.

It is ludicrous what they ask us to be.

It is lucrative. Conditioned in captivity

but I do not know if I am captor or

captive. I read somewhere the God-

Force is the tension between the polarity

in every cell. A spark burrowed in

the atom could not decide if it was

positive or negative, if it was meant to

infiltrate an eccentric haired genius, tack

its potential to nuclear weaponry or just

meditate. I am the fallen star and the rising

sun, both. I do not negotiate the differentials.

I did not start the engine but I did ask

to be born and stumble, startled, on.