Poetry 'n Prose

The Evolution of a Species

It seems we can’t help it,

this endless whale watching

from the shoreline

knowing there are infinite

creatures in the sea

worthy of finding happiness

with slight genetic variances

our bodies, evolving with time

our language, communing with tongues

our tears, dissolved in the brine

our laughter, filling the void.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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