every each, born in fluid of the belly of belief, surrounded by unique amniotic liquid
one-of-a-kind mixology combination flavors of a thousand prior drinks, love makings of ancestral strangers
what were they thinking
if they were thinking
every each will be a poet warrior
son or daughter, doctors or ******, judges or criminals, survivors or end-of-liners?
matters not, each and every, both or either
which God will they worship if to one they do concede, what etching will they mark on the mental earth that all will have passed through and shared, and perforce, ultimately concede?
i cannot write code because belief seems unbelievable and I leave a brutal mark upon the earth surface by refusing to procreate