What Have We Become? Poem by Brittany Flowers

What is that that sparks through one's mind?
An instant of thought unaided by rule
Of that is a creation by distraction of an abstract
Or merely the visage of a simple reality.
A light enters the eyes through processes entrancing
Transfixed verbally the medium spoken
An idea or discovery is overcoming and overwhelmed
Yet so is the arising of interrogations and mystery.

What is that that becomes one persona infinite?
A judgment of ideology certainly defined
Of that is action by coinciding with reason
Or merely an unnamed motive of impulse.
A connection by the beat to the mind's rhythm waves
Fading in and away blinding memories morose
An occurrence involuntary or causing of choice
Is the acceptance of course and of fate.

What is that that is due to some change of pace?
A timely accord of habit to alteration
Of that is produced a variance in response
Or merely a minuscule difference in step.
A record of time within environment and condition
Some tale of attempt with plausible success
Oh, if the world were to be of an open gate!
The repetition without furthers the blank cognition.

What have we become?