More poetry

I figured I'd transfer some more poems over

If we are the experiencers
Then is the experience just space and energy held in place by chemistry?
Is life created randomly through a cosmic happening when separate things act solidly through something called biology?

If a butterfly can make a violent sky half a world away
Because the currents it creates began to fluctuate and a hundred dozen cousins help to operate the oxygen and it begins to pull itself Becoming strung together consciousness
Then are there a billion little variables unknown to the narrators working underneath the scene to make everything we see
Transforming tears to tidal waves and smiles into new-born babes?

If one day a tree can cave over deceased in the forest but nobody's come around there that day to record it except for the ground that it found to absorb it
And the shrubs and the bugs who've all come to explore it
Then maybe the experience can take the reigns they call chaos so a billion little variables unknown to the narrators can work together as an army filling life with harmony

If we are nothing but a coupling in a melody
In a giant song that takes so long it's called eternity
Then a tree will look just like a tree until there's no one there to see a million billion subtleties that give us everything we need
And sometimes even what we dream

And then somehow it blows it, when we notice for a moment the universe might have a mind and a plan laid out of some kind
And we know we're in its company when we feel this thing we call beauty


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Why am I a fish?
As you look with confidence my eyes dart around with senselessness
As you lean forward for a kiss I just float there like a fish
As you blue my balls and lock my jaws and suck my lips and your spit drips I'm still frozen, frozen stiff

And you make me feel like my shell's peeled and convince me you can see my wings so completely thoroughly that I begin to see them, too
You'll still be gone before I learn to crawl and much more long before I learn to fly
Oh why! Why am I fish?

And maybe, somehow maybe I can pull a twist and play the angel that you say you're with
Maybe I can wear a mask painted of a man with class and we can pretend I'm something better off than this
But as I cling to broken memories of when we laid in each other's gravity it burns to think about reality, about what became our history
The story of the angel and the fish

And you dug me out from where I'm buried and eased me into all things scary and showed me I'm not the ugly bastard that I see
And I wish so bad that you'd return to me and my fists tremble thinking it's the end for me
I'm the fish that wrote a symphony of regret and all things left undone and all the ways I've lost respect
All replies left too late and a thick disguise I couldn't break and so I'd die to know for goodness sake
Why, oh why am I lurker of the lake?

Why couldn't I let passion be my guide and pull you close and under your surprise show you what it really means to give a kiss
Because I am just a fish. Why, oh why can't I be something better off than this?