O, that cruel darwinian universe
its allure eternal and indiscriminate
bound only by the legacy of circles.
We lie beyond this arduous canopy,
sown with daunting switchbacks,
luminous with our blindness,
hiding within the voids of our smiles.
Into these voluminous green match sticks
I carve my warmth.
I rise to the wizened sky–
to immovable, muted moments,
the inevitability of a sunset,
a sky littered with monumental ashes.
I am but one solitary particle,
stumbling wistfully path to path
a pulsing nebulous
which yearns one day
to bloom as a lily
under the sun.
The Flipped Pendulum 
Your poetic images are beautiful and I think your Darwinian path will someday take you to a beautiful place that will do justice to your sensitive soul 🙂 Until then, keep that lily alive within you.
You too! Thanks for all of your thoughtful comments. 🙂
perfect pitch, Laura…echoing inside the mountain
Glad it rings to you. Thanks.