Feedback Loop

I’m stuck in a feedback loop from the apple orchard to the mitochondrial eve to the final supper. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see
I was never strong enough
It’s original parading up along the mossy heather spitting in the fog
It’s professional a new elaborate investigation hidden in a god. If I spit from the surface the better I know you now. Throw a rock from the bottom. The better I know you now