Undoing, gracefully, bit by bit

as all things devolve, wear out, fade, end

each element eventually returning home

to its basic components.

 

Who or what put them together to start?

Could they achieve coherence unaided?

No need for planners or creators

nor the wit to; Just sheer accident

and eternities of space and time

for Chance’s dice to roll.

Self-made godlings!

 

Or, give it a name:

Provenance, Science, Statistics,

then we can sleep at ease

knowing there’s some reason for it,

a comfy label to obviate helplessness

and assure a semblance of control.

Afterall, clutching at random straws

and fears around survival or hurt

is a basic mammalian norm.

Add, ambitions for heavenly peace

with distracting momentary nirvanas

to obliterate, alleviate….

what else can biology do!

 

Deaths are a long time coming

a slow process of decomposing,

sliding down slippery slopes of no-return

from making bad choices

 - or absences of good ones;

from ticking genetic clocks

and circumstantial pressure,

from self-destructive habits, preferences

and conditioning - ignorance or laziness,

cravenness, loss of faith or hope.

Besides the contractual term allowed!

 

Birthings likewise, can be lengthy;

taking evolutionary aeons,

and be terrifying partitions,

experiences of disempowerment.

One runs into the other

they are inside out of each other

with nothing in-between.