I imagine the ploy
the tease, the fate
in this gene pond
at this time mandated
for my existence
the randomness of significance
how would I know the hook
but from experience
but from living these waters
from travel, from stories
from the tales of others before me
from trial and error
in this trial of errors-
so I might I be tempted
by a shining beacon
as if dropped from heaven
a lot of star cast dropped down
into these depths
how do I resist?