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<blockquote data-quote="lovechild" data-source="post: 2080330" data-attributes="member: 346520">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&#039;s decay.All of the creatures that walk, slither, crawlconsume 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 distanceof 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.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="lovechild, post: 2080330, member: 346520"] 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. [/QUOTE]

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