Until my mind
Is clear, calm and still
I will always be lost
In my reflections
Is clear, calm and still
I will always be lost
In my reflections
Chance and mutation
Viability, adaptation
Until I look back
A hundred million years
At selections long enduring
For what mindless thing
Of improbability
And random chance
Flutters and floats
Against ocean currents
Trailing feathery death
From gelatinous glass
Such splendid beauty and malice
In this ghost of the sea