Sunday, January 29, 2017

Anduruna

These are the mistakes we make while we are busy watching the mistakes we make as we mend.

And isn't it strange the ways
The bones heal?
Deformed in places, thicker
But always firmer, in spite of breaks.

We as etymology of a word. Diffused as code over years, confused. Saturated in static.

But isn't it funny the way
The meanings come through, blurred, fuller
But always plain, despite the cracks.

Blood type. DNA. RNA. neurosis. And panic. Healthy family. Blue eyes. Brown eyes. Cells divide. Redivide.

But it is always similar.
The faces always familiar, peculiar in places, stronger. Evolved mammalian. But always fractured to let the light come home.

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