03-08-2018, 12:04 PM
Haven't posted in quite awhile. Thanks for reading. Critique always appreciated.
At deepest functioning
she was as chemist.
Eliciting substances
from a level soul
pouring fractionated hazards,
one into another.
Cautious. Calculated,
yet treating her environment as irrelevant.
The reaction
may very well implode her life.
Yet may create a new formula for being,
new cures her ego didn't know she needed.
She's pained by self-fulfilling prophecy;
obviously ignorant to alchemy of the soul.
Her clamoring minds hypothesis
may be proved wrong.
She herself causes the chaotic combustion,
producing the finite conditions
her subconcious knows she needs.
To see, unbiased without presumption.
To learn, to not give her vials away.
Even if
her basic conclusions are never the same
and her plans were a waste.
Over and over again
her chemicals will react
until homogeny descends -
soul allowing mind in.
The product of learning lifes toughest lessons,
coming to know them well.
Humbly holding them as something volatile, but dear.
Finally burning to abstraction
her extracted ego and fear.
She observes with shame at her side
thankfully, now apart from her souls pulling tide.
Only then can she be taught
what she needed to learn the most
and lend a moment of accomplishment
to her ever conspiring soul.
At deepest functioning
she was as chemist.
Eliciting substances
from a level soul
pouring fractionated hazards,
one into another.
Cautious. Calculated,
yet treating her environment as irrelevant.
The reaction
may very well implode her life.
Yet may create a new formula for being,
new cures her ego didn't know she needed.
She's pained by self-fulfilling prophecy;
obviously ignorant to alchemy of the soul.
Her clamoring minds hypothesis
may be proved wrong.
She herself causes the chaotic combustion,
producing the finite conditions
her subconcious knows she needs.
To see, unbiased without presumption.
To learn, to not give her vials away.
Even if
her basic conclusions are never the same
and her plans were a waste.
Over and over again
her chemicals will react
until homogeny descends -
soul allowing mind in.
The product of learning lifes toughest lessons,
coming to know them well.
Humbly holding them as something volatile, but dear.
Finally burning to abstraction
her extracted ego and fear.
She observes with shame at her side
thankfully, now apart from her souls pulling tide.
Only then can she be taught
what she needed to learn the most
and lend a moment of accomplishment
to her ever conspiring soul.