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With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I ponder precise circumstances when consciousness got born Tracing back lineage of self, an arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning series of events sustained life similar to sowing seed of corn Ruminating fragile nascent organisms at mercy of fate flourished, and how Taxing me mind asper each score composed bards to toot their own horn Aware just slightest off beat fluke determined from millennia ago or now That particular organism, whether one celled entity or beings that can mourn, The loss of kindred members – food for thought since pledging marital vow this poet, whose presence a fluke of circumstances possibly torn At any point in distant past rendering me absent unable to utter wow At what crapshoot of circumstances wrought Matthew Scott Harris to be Cognizant of genealogy wove World Wide Web following threads back in time Albeit not more than a couple generations – whereby emigrants did flee From supposed eastern European swath in general finding reason to rhyme For no reason, just as other creatures great or small occupy themselves with glee Or just groveling along at bare ***** knuckle existence without a dime Less apt to own luxury how **** sapiens purportedly evolved from mon-key Whereby harsh ill fate tempts them into life of crime When perhaps riches with kingly figures loomed large in family tree Branching back in the day Glorious personalities populated genealogy to boot Twisting tortured destiny somewhere in one direction along the killer highway Setting stage for rags, when august ancestry buried in loot Yet tis quite frivolous bemoaning present woes or even pray To win lottery turning attention how our ancestral gingko or newt Dwelt in rich primordial egg drop soup wantonly in massive bay Inexorably transformed (by dint of dice throw) per flora to take root As well fauna to mutate into species and genus on land to assay Giving rise to variety to an assortment of animals and plants And this one speck of flotsam in particular owns a passion for contra dance Whereby others – from massive beasts to self taught amazing ants Scurry hither and yon to and fro perhaps contemplating genetic grants To be alive for mere blink of an eye all due (in my view) to chance.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Wonderment At Existence
With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I ponder precise circumstances when consciousness got born Tracing back lineage of self, an arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning series of events sustained life similar to sowing seed of corn Ruminating fragile nascent organisms at mercy of fate flourished, and how Taxing me mind asper each score composed bards to toot their own horn Aware just slightest off beat fluke determined from millennia ago or now That particular organism, whether one celled entity or beings that can mourn, The loss of kindred members – food for thought since pledging marital vow this poet, whose presence a fluke of circumstances possibly torn At any point in distant past rendering me absent unable to utter wow At what crapshoot of circumstances wrought Matthew Scott Harris to be Cognizant of genealogy wove World Wide Web following threads back in time Albeit not more than a couple generations – whereby emigrants did flee From supposed eastern European swath in general finding reason to rhyme For no reason, just as other creatures great or small occupy themselves with glee Or just groveling along at bare ***** knuckle existence without a dime Less apt to own luxury how **** sapiens purportedly evolved from mon-key Whereby harsh ill fate tempts them into life of crime When perhaps riches with kingly figures loomed large in family tree Branching back in the day Glorious personalities populated genealogy to boot Twisting tortured destiny somewhere in one direction along the killer highway Setting stage for rags, when august ancestry buried in loot Yet tis quite frivolous bemoaning present woes or even pray To win lottery turning attention how our ancestral gingko or newt Dwelt in rich primordial egg drop soup wantonly in massive bay Inexorably transformed (by dint of dice throw) per flora to take root As well fauna to mutate into species and genus on land to assay Giving rise to variety to an assortment of animals and plants And this one speck of flotsam in particular owns a passion for contra dance Whereby others – from massive beasts to self taught amazing ants Scurry hither and yon to and fro perhaps contemplating genetic grants To be alive for mere blink of an eye all due (in my view) to chance.
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matthew-scott-harris2p
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66/M/schwenksville, penna
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
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