The Noble Savage's Family

I read about a man
who was begrieved,
that he did not know who his biological parents were.
In his sorrow,
he a sung the song of the noble savage.
How he nourishes himself
from carbons, proteins and vitamins of the earth,
taking yeast and meat,
grinding them in his stomach and intestines
to chemistry that his body potentializes into physics
moving his muscles into swaying exasperations of life,
by which he breathed oxygens,
that are miniscule phantasmogorical suns of burning energy,
calculating thoughts with electrons
and ions colliding between neurons
blurting the vocal cords with wind
into words and grammar of the equation
balanced in the brain
and little sperms growing
from the lipids and hormones
darting to acupuncture an ovary,
and the jackpot conceptualizes
the conception of a beating being with a DNA
to encode a secret line of amino acids,
the enigma
that he can call his personalized biological child,
and while this child grows,
he decays into ashes, bones and shit
which is licked by worms, bugs and germs,
making themselves a feast for trees
that can breathe through stomata,
making the sour carbon and oxygen
into sweet sugar,
to unfold the threaded beauty of flowers,
clumping themselves as fruits to the ground,
gnawed and crunched through the jaws of rodents,
and the beaks of birds,
that shit and die in a cycling spiral,
from an evolution of life defined
by the natural laws of chemistry, physics and biology,
back to a banging breath of a god,
in which all matter was made
to the planets and stars,
suns and rocks,
oceans and atmospheric skies.
In which this noble savage finds
his connected parents brothers
and sisters, cousins
and aunts and uncles,
the grandparents
living under that ozone
blasted by sunrays into oxygen,
and that carbon burning to components for anyone to use,
like a free for all well fare of nature.
and water , moving, freezing and making an exasperating move of escape through evaporating
It seems that his ghost in his machine,
is merely a breath of an accident,
in which only the closest cycle will relate love, and hate through
Parents and their children.
Really only seem to be an assigned meaning by some irrational subconscious of matter