Inspired by a rather strange circumstance and a VPS hangover, I decided to dive head first into this poetry thing. It may not be good, but if I was aiming for perfection, I don't think I'd ever figure this whole thing out. If I produced anything beyond utter trash, I will have surpassed my goal for this piece.
Note: I'm really confused by the structure of poems so I just left it as one large paragraph
Imagine my surprise to find you nestled in the groove of my cola can. I wasn't sure who you were at first and apologize for sending you in a parabolic arc towards the abyss of the chemically engineered mechanism designed to trigger my subconscious and primitive desires otherwise known as love. The mistake can be attributed to an oversight of the potential energy stored as heat in the flexed synthetic compounds of a milk jug seal - my chosen tool for the task. In comparison the journey that you must have traveled before entering my life, the experience may have been a simple highlight in your short existence. I can't honestly make the same claim. I would have rescued you sooner but decided to savor my treat over an unusually lengthy period of time. Not to make excuses but it didn't help that your species evolved to sink. Besides, at those early moments in our relationship, I was convinced that you were nothing more than a small pebble or perhaps even a large grain of sand. Now comfortable with concept of death, I dogmatically followed my grandmother's wisdom and recklessly ate a speck of dirt with honour before entering the inevitable nothingness of non-existence. If you have poisoned me and shortened my arc of life, its a fate that I must accept as a cost to your benefits. Continuing with the subject of death, I'm still unsure where yours occurred. Its possible you were still full of electricity before and even after your toxic bubble bath. A more likely scenario is a life stolen through those uncontrollable circumstances that left you alone and hungry as the king of a your own barren wasteland - the kind created by much larger slow moving creatures of a different variety. And despite the accidental torture you may have endured, perhaps my actions allowed you to remember the cool comforts of home. And even if we're only distant relatives connected entirely through LUCA, its possible my appreciation and concern filled the hollow space of loneliness with the affection of love. When I speak the words "I didn't mean to hurt you", they are reinforced with the honesty and integrity of a proud man - unlike the inauthentic others you may have encountered... Empathy is my chosen tool for this task, and it's not hard for me to relate. I really wish I knew how fragile you were rather than judging based solely on your tough facade. Its the irreversibility of time that forces me to appreciate both the good and the bad times we had together. I just want you to know, of all the mollusks that I've encountered over the years, I'm not likely to ever forget you. Of all my regrets, the biggest is that of neglect. Neglecting the simple ability to communicate these things while the opportunity was still there...
