At the edge of understanding,
circumnavigating minds,
is the Power of Creation,
deaf, dumb, mute and blind;
yet all-knowing and fore-seeing.
It is the essence of my being,
alive and breathing,conceived by spasm;
unable to cross unconscious chasm...
Fleeing, falling, flying away,
To a form of lifeblood and flesh's decay.
All of the creatures that walk, slither, crawl
consume one another from largest to small.
Every day another species becomes extinct;
even mighty mankind teeters on that brink.
Blinking of an eye- such is our existence,
the wings of a fly carry codes through distance
of space and time, in genetic encryption;
those who would deny this write it off
......................................as science fiction.
I know there are glitches in the poem; however, I am more interested in the reactions to content this time, please.
circumnavigating minds,
is the Power of Creation,
deaf, dumb, mute and blind;
yet all-knowing and fore-seeing.
It is the essence of my being,
alive and breathing,conceived by spasm;
unable to cross unconscious chasm...
Fleeing, falling, flying away,
To a form of lifeblood and flesh's decay.
All of the creatures that walk, slither, crawl
consume one another from largest to small.
Every day another species becomes extinct;
even mighty mankind teeters on that brink.
Blinking of an eye- such is our existence,
the wings of a fly carry codes through distance
of space and time, in genetic encryption;
those who would deny this write it off
......................................as science fiction.
I know there are glitches in the poem; however, I am more interested in the reactions to content this time, please.