perhaps

the universe constantly moves towards greater entropy,
except life.

is this free will?

the spirit of evolution

edging my wayward upheaval-
into a silky plain intrenched.
clear butterflies and even browner centipedes-
continue this upward momentum

until finally human.
all from below.

Mahaffeys are restless...

relentlessly restless

as we own memories, we bake rich bread

this means:

with gained experience, with diverse experience, our neurons form complex patterns.
perceived as profound... even objectively profound.
they create responses of inspiration and intrigue.

ultimately, they spread into our audience.
fruitful patterns.
patterns that permeate generations.

such a confusing age
placed between
points more easily definable.
how will I ever know
which way.

habits become stagnant.
still we repeat.

where to go from here?