The universe fills my lungs
So as to understand itself
And in certain cases
Why some of its souls

Choose paths from the pack
While others cling tightly
Bonded by value matrices
Maintaining critical density

Unostracised from safe zones
Of deep biotic imperatives
Imprinted until imprinted
With mobs’ black blinkers

Negotiating a death pact
In preset local hierarchies
May be some solid reasons
For breaking yellow moulds

Start by accepting aberrance
Patiently predict transformation
In others’ native adaptivity
Them fermions, you boson

Prepossessing in animation
In rearranging the multiverse
Wanting to keep the sac fluid
Bones hard, nerves electric

Free from centripetal frames
Providing collapsed reference
Super-positioned to exist
Unencumbered by justice