The Life of Matter

 

 

 

I am not here, it is, I think,

A genus, a new species.

Born naturally with opposites,

United in his mind, unyielding,

Call it the best will in the world.

It occupies this space with,

Many humans, trained on issues,

Which is good. It's aim, I think,

Is for the homogeneity of us,

One people, one color, one race,

In a world approaching oneness.

I call it the new brown one.

Its the color of my thigh,

With the light accentuated,

On Shin's wall. I'm not that,

Not yet. Perhaps in the future.

I don't know if this person,

Knows who or what they are,

But I believe, he/she feels it,

Without verbalizing it fully.

I believe every one in these times,

May be relating to it in some way.

The folks elsewhere, as social celt,*

Those here, in WC, the socio-physical.

I am to this extent convinced.

There's a new orchid species growing,

Outside my house, on a weeping willow.

In the meantime, good night

Sweet prince. The sandman comes.

As for me, I hope to make all clear,

In the days ahead. Good night world,

And sweet dreams to you, Mr. Darwin.

* Subtle, genus based thinking

Reviews

[Marie]

There may be a new species coming up, but I hope it isn't all one colour, however attractive; diversity is what keeps the world moving.

[Dayran]

Giving voice to that which turns the wheel in us, whether its the tiger lady or upstairs and downstairs. A self relation that looks at oneself without any curtains, creating a view both from the inside and out.