Any singular thing of genius
Taken by force, repurposed for evil,
Should be by force reclaimed for good
And complete its cyclical ring.
Naivety dwarfed by beautiful gold
Out-shadows not a joyful ode.
Music destroyed for the good of the party-
The diva’s backstage beauty behold:
Dust off her autobiography.
Constantly changing the bible
From reincarnation to Darwin’s claim,
Quantum physics quotes the soul
“I told you so...” laughing in pain.
A singularity in spring-
Green’s golden gray,
Ascending with the lark and strings,
Prevailing genius, come what may,
Be reclaimed
For good.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 6:44 AM UTC
Any singular thing of genius
Taken by force, repurposed for evil,
Should be by force reclaimed for good
And complete its cyclical ring.
Naivety dwarfed by beautiful gold
Out-shadows not a joyful ode.
Music destroyed for the good of the party-
The diva’s backstage beauty behold:
Dust off her autobiography.
Constantly changing the bible
From reincarnation to Darwin’s claim,
Quantum physics quotes the soul
“I told you so...” laughing in pain.
A singularity in spring-
Green’s golden gray,
Ascending with the lark and strings,
Prevailing genius, come what may,
Be reclaimed
For good.
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