The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Friday, June 6, 2008


Initial spark of cells,
fueled DNA gels
as primary life form
begins building mass.
Ultimately igniting
evolution of matter,
an energy force,
humans scatter.
Aware yet missing
directions of maps,
constant journey
of skills,
and performance,
brilliant ever,
without any naps.
Hallways of fame,
bursting visions,
channels in grips
of endless fusions.
Memories, smells,
behavior and act,
connected by bridges
of ladders and tact.
Though many
are blocked,
abilities it lacks,
insists on seeking
the truth and facts.
Longing for kin,
or son,
constantly in overtime
perpetually as one.
Messages decoded
in pursuit of the best,
functions and abilities
always put to test.
Requiring quiet
to relax as guest,
vital organ I am
one of few
without rest.
Runaway train
of knowledge and fact.
Via one-way ticket,
overload on a track.
Brain under stress,
virtually ready to crack.

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