My Labor

Waxing Resplendent 

I dare to write the story of humanity

From a starting point; the starting point of starting points. 

A complete circle; a torus; a wholeness which sustains itself in paradox.

Bang! The big bang, a singularity collapses into a fractal plasma explosion

Spiraled waves wave out - waving out with an implicature that will one day create Us. 

I will describe it from its next most important consideration: symmetry. 

The circle is the mystery of the whole; symmetry is a contemplation of its expressed structure

A symmetry which expresses itself in quarks; in protons; in nuclei; in atoms; in molecules

A spiral wave, moving out into the third dimension as scroll rings, molecules, building blocks

Which yet larger; the coherency of order, the ordering of what can be further ordered: the cell

Manifesting the first dynamic; the most coordinating symmetry, between cell and world, self and environment

Genes line up in the center; proteins on the membrane hear the relevant signals; and if not, they are replaced

By those who can hear; Natural selection; environment provides nutrient; glucose, galactose; sucrose; lactose

Nucleic acid and proteins assemble; they respond, they are metabolically continuous: one holding within its sequences

What works; the other, the protein, does the work: it is the perception and cognition system of the cell. 

Order, order, from bottom to the top. The story is stupendous; it has never been told this way; with such clarity

With such coherency - with such breadth and depth and wisdom of insight. 

I already anticipate the glory; for years and years of sacrifice; focus, study, note taking, contemplation. 

The glory - why do I obnoxiously mention that? Because I am too self-aware to not mention what is obvious;

I am interested in reality; my suffering has honed my interest to know it better. My labor is logical, righteous, spiritual

But I am dimly aware of another motive; the same motive that motivates every human; glory - fame - honor. 

It's funny; such regard is sometimes earned, and if it comes to me, it comes as a function of my efforts

But I, like any spiritually inclined person, am persuaded by a greater depth and passion that seems to transcend

The created order; it almost yearns for me to 'make good' my time here; to do good to improve the situation

Humans have found themselves in. A price for knowing them - myself - so deeply, is I struggle to connect

So outside, yet, thankfully, being full of love, I feel my efforts will produce good and healthy fruit

Reviews

[tvisa parmar]

I can see you are a geek, from this and the rest of your poems. XD
I do like the choice of words and the honesty with which you have written the poem.