teleological timepieces

i spent the early part of this evening with a film i rented:

the wall by julian polsler

 

it did not abandon our utter state of abandonment

but transcended uncle darwin’s random mutations

that are hard pressed by environmental variations

and passed down through generations

 

an existence without teleological timepieces

trying to find meaning beyond the act of survival

by considering the matters of the human heart

 

we are not just a random imperfection;

genes culled by externalities

 

we can improve upon

we can hope

we can love

our actions more than providing

order among chaos

asylum can be purpose

 

i watched realizing i know nothing about art

now i walk around at midnight

i want a drink

but i just can’t

 

i smoke in an agitated state

that there is something i need to find

something i need to understand

something that eludes me

 

it is not hope or meaning

 

it is love

 

we are not just random molecules

we are not just biological components

 

we are defined by our ability

 

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