Nest Of Genetic Attrition Poem by Oleh Wolansky

You carry within you all the seeds of life.
I know of nothing besides what you are and shall swing tenaciously until the
Ground beneath me gives way.

And crashing to earth came the pod that would one day flower into the dichotomy that is the spirits of the night and day: the ultimate transposition of form.
The indelible battle of the sexes inverse psychic energy impinging from within the same seat
the seat of the soul…

Or whatever word you wish to use to define it; as many have tried to in ages, hitherto.

We inhabit these bodies…but who are we really?
I fear that I am paying off the debt of someone else’s existence,

I am a cosmic flower headed starfish!
I am not convinced that this mental apparatus doesn’t do the bidding of some higher mental
Processes- -functioning to pay off the debt of a Sisyphus, perhaps?

Burden, an assault upon the fiber of being
To reach for the glimpse of the future, one must inhabit
The spheres of pure consciousness, to delve into the folds of the formulas for the final death and true death to transform and yet remain forever pure being radiating formless energies