The Godforsaken

How small we are
in the grand scheme of things
that is this life, this planet, this galaxy, this universe
How primitive we are
mired and thwarted by barely perceivable chemical processes
that send shooting pains and pleasures,
and all-consuming passions of all colors
up and down our spine,
from the earth to the skies and back again

the deer runs through the forest greens
and gazes upon a techno-emblazoned flower
it feels


in this bittersweet life
only the godforsaken is beautiful
from chaos, we breed


An Adaptation of Richard Brautigan's "The Beautiful Poem"