Wonderment at existence ™

rew4er2nail

With my scrunched

and bushy furrowed brow

I often ponder

the precise circumstances

that any thing to be born

tracing back lineage of self

or arbitrary individual

unpredictable as the dow

reckoning a series of events

sustained life similar

 

to sowing seed of corn

ruminating fragile nascent organism

at the mercy of fate flourished and how

taxing me mind how each score

composed for each

to toot their own horn

aware that just the slightest

off beat fluke determined

from millennia ago or now

that particular organism –

 

whether one celled entity

or beings that can mourn

the loss of kindred members –

food for thought

for one able to pledge marital vow

like this poet, whose presence

a mere fluke

of circumstances possibly torn

at any point in the distant past

rendering me absent

and hence unable to utter wow

 

At what crapshoot

of circumstances wrought

Matthew Scott Harris to be

cognizant of the self

and the world wide web

or follow threads back in time

albeit not more

than a couple generations –

whereby emigrants did flee

from supposed eastern european swath

in general finding you to rhyme

for no reason,

just as other creatures

great or small occupy

(wall street) themselves with glee

or just groveling along

at bare boned knuckle existence

without a dime

less apt to own luxury

of how homo sapiens

purportedly evolved from monk-key

whereby harsh ill fate tempts them

into life of crime

when perhaps riches

with kingly figures

loomed large in their family tree

 

branching off way

back when back in the day

glorious personalities populated

genealogy to boot

twisting a tortured destiny

somewhere along the way

setting stage for rags

when once august ancestry

buried in loot

yet tis quite frivolous

to bemoan present

woes or even pray

 

to win lottery turning attention

to how like

our ancestral gingko or newt

dwelling in that rich primordial

egg drop soup wantonly

in massive bay

inexorably transformed

(by dint of dice throw)

per flora to take root

as well fauna to mutate

into species and genus

on land to assay

 

giving rise to variety

to an assortment of animals and plants

and this one speck of flotsam

in particular owns a passion

for square and/or contra dance

whereby others – from massive beasts

to self taught amazing evolved ants

scurry hither and yon to and fro

perhaps also contemplating genetic grants

to be alive for a mere blink of an eye

all due (in my view) to chance.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2024 23:26
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 3
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