Ontogeny

I sit here;
and marvel as to why
I allow myself
to be engulfed
into these notions
that neglect an entity of reality.
I stand here;
ready to leap for those I
do not fully trust.
How can I be
so easily deceived?
In many senses
this is no fallacy
I am merely delusional,
the truth was amidst
my teeth yet I
ignored the flavors.
I fall here;
and only now admit
how retched a
taste that lingers between
tooth and gum.
I crawl here;
soon to sit;
soon to stand;
soon to fall.

Conception

It is only a past that dreams of its future.
Come with me and smile
while we listen for clues
to this present.
I am nothing but being,
and we shall only be, wasting
if we are not questioning.
A world of wonders that
is not seen. Past! Past!
Past!
come to me and help
my Future. I bag of you
to sacrifice your secrets,
we together must hold tight
these hands and worlds.
Prevention of a collision
which smears hopes among fears.
Befall unto my hearing ears and reading eyes,
share with me what it is
to know.
Nay!
Remove from me my inadequate
understanding. Replace this disgusting
trait with a compulsion of penetration.
I hope it is the
completion of what is said
to be incomplete.
Come to me my present.