No Mistakes

Confounded by nostalgia.

How I feel.

The breeze doesn't make it

any easier.

My heart

a blade of grass.

There's got to be a reason.

We can't just be two cars

on a dark road,

no headlights,

head on.

There may be no

divine intervention.

There is no outline

carefully plotted.

Make no mistake.

I am the result of my actions.

This world,

the result of billions.

Nature makes no mistakes,

just gives reactions.

Vinegar and baking soda.

Cola and pop rocks.

The way a smile makes

you feel.

Raisin fingerprints from

soaking in the tub.

Killing and dying.

A wet cunt.

Trial and error.

Over and over and over.

We are smart.

We are selectively bred to

value symmetry.

We love nature.

We worship her patterns.

We call them God and

see ourselves as

Legos and Lincoln Logs.

Moveable and changeable.

Malleable in the hands of

something greater.

But if your house catches fire,

it will all just burn.

Oxygen is just there.

There is nothing absolute.

There is not a never.

The truth is nary

the answer to

just one question.

It is a five way intersection.

The light is long,

and no one wants to

take their turn.

Eventually some asshole

will cause a fender bender.

Nature makes no mistakes.