"Etherized upon a table"
dinosaurs of the thoughts evolve through the tides, the thunders, and the quakes of perception. Each stage in a sentence; each species in a thought; from dinosaurs to humans in one poem.
There are those who get extinct, and vanish between the inter-sentence thoughts. Pay attention to the ones who survive, as they have evolved from the ones who could not.
Dig deep for the missing connection, as the continuum is burried right here; in between the lines.
2 comments:
I enjoy the modernity in your grasp as you weave a simple warning through the breath of a poem. The simplicity of the message is exactly the heart of the passion...your passion. So firm, loud. Nice
Lilly,
thank you.
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