Poem: Oxymoronic creature

On the planes of time…

Preys a species with conceptual meaning.

It is quickening on a relentless march.

It conjures universes,

for its every whim and desire;

to illicit untold pain, and to take what it pleasures;

without consequence,

as it is damned to take account of its existence.

Its evolution is of artificial making,

yet continues to devour nature, without seizing or rest;

which will leave it,

with no world or life, despite its strive for synthetic biology.