a dream or two perhaps since I am
here is spirit only, waiting for the
re-awakening, reborn into time and
space as if eons ago when life was
just a molecule or two, floating
around in some mystical, magical
soup waiting for the mutation that
would begin dividing genes...
but not before our DNA was ripped
apart and recombined into that by
which we know ourselves today;
A crematorium of dead and useless
thoughts surround our countenance
like flies on cow dung, hoping to
recognized and brought back to life,
given a purpose again as we adapt
and modify ourselves once again.
October 25, 2023
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