DNA on the rocks

                    

    It wasn’t always true
    But now there is much new
    Under the sun.  With each
    Generation variables
    Cause some of us to dream
    Loud enough to drown out

    Normal means of thinking
    And speak to each other
    In a language we fail
    To understand.  No wonder
    We drink or fly from
    Frustration to drugs.
    We can’t recall all

    Of whatever is ripping
    Itself out through our eyes,
    Broached with our fingers. 
    You say Nature will select us out
    Of existence, but we know
    How to think around corners
    Clear through solid walls.