jon binet couldn't have been cuter
than the apple of someone's eyes;
and the spirit of mankind slipped
a cog, murmured and breathed last.

a chapter, closed but not really;
we live, exist; formed, then reform
ourselves as we breathe each day,
we all attempt to stay sober to life.

alas, free will, free spirt [both given by God];
and while staggering to conceive, essence, or
a thing missed, a mutant allele all to derive
more of the mystery. a gillion births; a gillion deaths.

all is still "just right" for the Mother; our Mother of all;
dinosaurs to poetry to dust. as geologic time marches on.
"ages" will come and go, the real hands of time: glaciers
and tectonic plates, will conspire to live til dark.

so, what's new?

06/16/2011

Posted on 06/16/2011
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