Emerging Evolution

 

Falling in and out of consciousness

Strand of rhyme, red spade

Voiceless names and hypotyposis

Baby ties

Endless loop of noise, faces, body positions

Communal solidarity among a mob

Individual importance swept away by individuals’ importance

Pain lies on the

Keystroke, B button, Hi Temp

 

Emerging Evolution

and yet it has happened already

and yet it is destined to happen anyway

Has, is, will

Evolution of the circle

Life flooding in and draining by and falling again

People, person, people, me, people

 

Though it will continue on

The pen now stops.




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