A Poem [11 July 2017]

Every day my eyes open
to a lonely sunrise.
The awakening reminds me
that the thing I have awaited,
searched for, ached for,
is ever further from empirical truth.

The bond that can be stronger
than that of blood
is merely chemical reactions
to olfactory agitations caused
by the pheromones of another close
enough to meld skin with.

That is all it is.

And while my chemicals react to others,
no one reacts to mine.
Thus each break of day
each time the earth rotates and
brings my geological position
around to view the sun,
I open my eyes to the light
and feel the stone-chipped certainty
settle in the marrow of my bones.

Love, companionship, sex,
are all mere romanticisms
of a scientific reaction in our brains.
And I, in all my societal uniqueness,
have no match in a world
full of six billion.

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