The Songs

The indefatigable gene compels
The satiable and insatiable cells
Swimming up the hand-me-down
Mind like a trout
Like us all
Hot for the wellspring
Of our dreaming.
And Australopithecus rutting in the sun!
Drunk on dopamine
Wild-eyed building the rhythm
Of the future faint din
That drifts now like sin through the allegory
Of our meaning.
Whispers of whores and roars of ministers
Perpetuate the opening closing gate.
It is the listening–to that beguiles
Squeaky bronze hinges confounding the mind’s uncertain wrath.
Go footsteps follow the beaten and unbeaten path
Of will or faith fulfilled or unfulfilled
And when the cellophane precipice erupts
Stand fixed against its heaving orchestra
And listen.

© Rhett Talley