Adams Making Atoms Matter

Adams Making Atoms Matter

 

Bidding wars, biting time 

swallowing space shaped like an apple

serpent's silver platters; Adams forming matters

We forget we were born as products of punishing a great pursuit; 

knowledge of the next chapter

Out of Icarus-laced lies comes the anticipation 

of an embittered taste from the unknown and untaught

While Our very creation dependent on digesting
what we're diverted from

Stacking frequent shrill self-doubts disguised as insanity 

a modern Pavlov's bell is sounded to the masses

Each round rung forming the ladders we climb to find

a false escape in tales told to us featuring

freedom in trust falls and courage in leaps of faith

Driven in droves, their buses shuttle us into a future 

built of what we've forgotten.

Eyes shut out from our choices

mouths muzzled from making our matter matter as much as any atoms