Monday, September 6, 2021

Most Are Building Genetic Waves

 

I don’t know where to begin.

 

she spoke to me as deigning to me, it struck a nerve.

 

quite a fetching lady, nice denims, nicer blouse.

 

many will strike intuition. many will die a smidgen. many more will fight to live. it seems difficult, as to fathom, while most are skilled at survival.

 

beautiful kids. outstanding fathers. remarkable mothers. as one just had a bundle, another, some time back, I imagine celebration, white wine, determination to excel.

 

the moon is rising, it’s 2000+, a soul is reluctant to see himself.

 

time sleeping. days weeping. trees flood our garden.

 

jamesia is a symbol. begonias filter our enterprise. we stand as souls losing integrity.

 

offered happiness, as we draw happiness, it looks dreary, sad.

 

most give the best of self, petting some monster, staring with precious sight.

 

one needs to make a city—permeated by astonishing persons—a model prided on momentum.

 

I see those people, they sit closer, they have dreams.

 

as for the one that made it in, deigning to a child, lurking in recesses. I’ll leave it alone.     

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