Qusetions for A Benevolent Universe (Old Familiar Feelings)

Simplicity, it seems to me,
oh my earthly brothers,
is rather quite complex.
This occult inheritance
passed down from one
generation to the next.
Tell me, oh benevolent
universe
who was it, who's
responsible for creating
this patrimonial curse?
This empty disease
plaguing me and
my brethren of earth?

What are these
compulsively computable
creatures
we blindly carry with us
wherever we go?
Who receives the credit for our
advancements in biological technology?
Who's this ethereal programmer
responsible for designing such
a cryptic network of neurons?
Who constructed the superhighway
out of raw fresh and nerve-endings?
Which ancient grindstone
must we use to forge the
key that will unlock its
arcane vaults?

Is the blind old man
known to his benefactors
as father time the sole
culprit?
Did the ageless codger manage
without foresight
to work this miracle alone?

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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