To be.
To
exist.
What
did it
take?
How
likely?
What
are the
odds?
Incalculable
actually.
Universe
appears.
Sun
flashes,
ignites.
Earth
arrives.
Life
somehow.
Asteroid,
shuffles
the deck.
Rearranging
biology.
Hominids
arrive.
Countless
iterations,
generations.
Match after
match.
One
to the
next.
Genetic
materials
precisely
aligned,
arranged.
Rearranged.
Swapped.
One
to the
next.
Eons
in the
making.
YOU!
The odds?
There are
none.
No
pressure!
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 18th, 2023 19:50
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
Comments2
Hahahah, it is crazy how my genes have made it this far… we
Hi OkW,
thank you for reading.
JP
we exist, wondering
what existence is all about...
imbedded in our dna
all the answers
to questions, we've forgotten
to ask...
(another searching read, dear poet
with insightfully acute commentary)
Thank LBM,
thank you you thoughtful comments.
JP
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