soup

[constantine]

i grow fatigued
with the ways of men - women too.
i long for the days of oparin soup,
to swim in the bowl with nutritious compatriots,
amorphisizing - hither and yon
within the tidal currents and the bubbles
(of which i am so enamoured)

[saw]

it's time for a revolution of thought...we need to shift our focus from rampant consumerism into survival mode, 'cause the planet left in the hands of corporations has no future....yes we need a big steaming bowl of Oparin soup to clear the sinuses and spark a little social action...nice work, dino....

[Nazz]

those restless carbon drifters.
primordial stirrings, who knew?
infinite tides and lightning strikes.
chemicals organized themselves,
like so many carbon-copy miracles.