Stew

John Prophet

Bubbling broth.
Raw.
Filled raw.
Emotional with
instinct.
Animal instinct.
Spiced with
attitude,
arrogance.
Writhing,
bubbling,
coalescing,
searching for
equilibrium.
Steaming with
self importance.
Thrashing through
time and
 space.
Seeking advantage,
advantage
at all cost. 
Humanity,
animal,
fighting like
animals.
Meanest 
of them
all.
Big fish
tiny pond.
Yet,
somehow 
moving.
Moving forward,
learning, building,
creating. 
New ingredients 
being added.
Always
 new ingredients.
Nearly finished.
How will
it turn out,
taste?
Who’s
to say.
Time
will tell!

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2019 09:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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