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 
  

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