surrounding me,

a bubble of thoughts ,

split specimens, stained for retrieval.

the mysteries of the journey,

mysteries of the ages,

plasticized and electronized

and revealing,

like pieces of laundry falling

from the back of bicycle,

all the secrets that evolution

thought its prize.

I think upon the clouds of jupiter

with billowing storms of gases

revelling in their movement,

I wonder if they feel more free than they

do here on earth , all constrained into ordered life

complex needs.

regulating motion in complex channels

of homeostasis.

Or is it just another mode of being.