molecular

ends are beginnings
observe rotting flesh
molecules once built
begin to unmesh,
and drift once again
to the world for their use
yet unnatural humans
foment their abuse
we trick us with shiny
and have to have things
what we need is within us
it practically sings
for our souls
are unseen and
molecularly scarce
they strive for the meaning
they see through the farce
to truly behold
the unknowable truth
look into a mirror
to find your own proof