Within One Breath

I see birds up high cutting through the greywhite sky as tiny black torpedoes

What's different between them and freely swimming schools of bacterium within my instruments?

Am I not a father to the clean and the unclean elements in my conservatorium?

Whether I am conscious or unaware,
they are my dumb guests in an ignorant bliss--

oblivious to my view upon the macrocosm and my wild imaginings in the powerhouse

I am an ocean hosting symbiosis and chaos; where alien machines are devoured by light cells and cast into the Abyss