Tampering

How often do we tamper with earth,
the womb that brands our birth,
erecting structures that house and eradicate lives,
to signify our coming and declare our victories against the wild.

How often do we tamper with time,
the self-created construct that governs our minds,
stuffing our days with mindless tasks,
to feel a sense of importance and purpose.

How often do we tamper with oneself,
the body and mind that gives rise to our consciousnesses and desires,
lingering with pain and pleasure,
to deny our inevitable swallow of ego and pride.