eventually the selfish beings have to reveal themselves
before departing this planet with their stolen loot ...
not all the star people were kind and compassionate ...
please remember that ...
when repeating
a ritualized
algorithmic adherence to
any and all emotional
ports of call ...
electro-magnetic-chemical-catalyst-
breakdown-of-insistence-angels ...
wrangle resistance as futile
when engaging in systems
designed by those with purpose
enough to obfuscate
the entirety of their time
on Earth ...
with DNA wands
in hand
and a sense
of curiosity
gone awry
We are the blessed bastards
that continue to outpace
expectations, how great
is that ? ...
I rather like this poem
it's home to a feeling of
how She found me
another Oedipus
standing
on the beach
blind ...
EJR ©
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