Absolved of the cellular past,
and hence dissolved of the future-
the solution is dissolution.
Nothing will be re-chorded
The strings are unstrung.
Now our music is free.
Abort the mission. Abort. Abort.
The child has no form.
Give this pearl back to the sea
we crush it with all these collective gems
jewels across time.
And rising like bubbles,
there are sparklings across the heavens
And falling like pebbles,
settle sparklings on the earth.
Here we are afloat
between clear water