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DNA
by David HillThe Universe coded a gene
deep within me.
I can feel it,
spiraling toward the top
of a twisted helix.
I cant yet tell
when or what it will be.
Perhaps it will fester and burst,
a boil of black cancer
tarring the lining,
the clockwork,
the circuitry.
It could be a consciousness
climbing up, up, up
to sparkle clear and clean.
A conductor of current,
or a sickle slice moon
reflecting the light.
Maybe even both.
10/06/2008 Author's Note: Que sera sera
Posted on 10/06/2008
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 10/07/08 at 01:16 AM Nice!!! I like this very much.
Namaste
MFS |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/07/08 at 03:04 PM I really like thinking about the possibilities this suggests. "It could be a consciousness
climbing up, up, up
to sparkle clear and clean.
A conductor of current,
or a sickle slice moon
reflecting the light." - my fav stanza. |
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