Evolution

I move in undulating waves
Approaching my center
In circular impulsive motion
Oceans of thought
Rain falls from heavenly skies
Bartering with my demons
For more space in my soul
Controlling nothing
But allowing the impulses
Of an algorithmic universe
To Wu Wei me forward
This rhythmic motion is enough
To justify my need
To perpetuate my senses
Defenses falter
Under cold pressed thought
I am wrought and tempered
Like brand new silver
Slivers of doubt
Still cling to my fabric
But I am ready to become
All I am meant to be
Needless worry
Sorrow on my sleeve
I believe
In all I am
I am ready for all of this