Exist/Exit

The doctrine of Man
will keep you shackled
to this earth with
titanium binds. God chuckles,
and the ground cracks open,
oozing black liquid. The lifeblood
of fossils; the ancestor’s residue.

I was once a fish.
I swam backwards in
the murky depths.
It was a cesspool,
but I endured.

Matter can neither
be created nor destroyed.
I always existed in some
shape or form. My
current state is as the
noxious fumes expelled
from your pipe.
Such is my existence.
When can I exit? 

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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