I decree all to my wistful ways opinionated nature to my son,
My daughter owns my intellectual curiosity as well as my talking hands.
I freely give my physical verve to my boy. He is pure suddenness
a surging charge running with a Tesla-like crackle a dancing light.
No concept of impact surging where he wills.
My daughter will negotiate,convince or wait with the patience of
a possum still and disinterested.
will they find me in the strands.
Maybe.
I will echo non the less my existence will hold a place.
my blood will flow and claim.My sinews will carry
til they mix or marry another feature int the rope. To mingle.
who will I become then. will I lead or follow.
every one from son to son from daughter to daughter.
from time to time I will speak but not with this voice.
Evolution.
Creation
Some sort of intervention. Some science
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
I decree all to my wistful ways opinionated nature to my son,
My daughter owns my intellectual curiosity as well as my talking hands.
I freely give my physical verve to my boy. He is pure suddenness
a surging charge running with a Tesla-like crackle a dancing light.
No concept of impact surging where he wills.
My daughter will negotiate,convince or wait with the patience of
a possum still and disinterested.
will they find me in the strands.
Maybe.
I will echo non the less my existence will hold a place.
my blood will flow and claim.My sinews will carry
til they mix or marry another feature int the rope. To mingle.
who will I become then. will I lead or follow.
every one from son to son from daughter to daughter.
from time to time I will speak but not with this voice.
Evolution.
Creation
Some sort of intervention. Some science
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