…..Should forced transformations be seen as surviving, convincing so many of such is truly conniving; we are no more our ancestors than light is its source, if man of today were married to an ancestor it would end in divorce, of course, some synthesis has been lost, the chemicals in our hair stops us from sensing the force, an order our ancestors had has long since been tossed, roots buried so well, we might as well as be moss, but it’s not all is lost, we can escape our Frankenstein beginnings, when we realize the slave’s mind has few winnings, and it will need more than just a fresh horse.
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The depth of the implications of this poem are intriguing. It is highly philosophical and yet powerful as a meta metaphor. Lovely and a fave
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Excellent write
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