by Meno_ » Mon Jun 10, 2019 3:31 pm
Is this endless cascade of descent have a plan, a purpose?
A master sang: plan of sorts which, upon examination one summer's child in some inconceivable time and place. On finding one sea shell,
Glitter, and Gotterdamerung, glorious
And he exclaims wondering,
Tiny hands extending it upward,
Just beginning to speak,
See, shell, prying it open , glitters multifarious coloring one lovely pearl,
Mom, dad look;
And the object is torn from the womb ,
She pains eternal,
And there on the faint outskirts,
the woman rose, from the half shell
She,
From the sea,
See?
A fly buzzes in the stunning vapor within hissing , he lets it crawl over his arm deliciously , he won't bite,
slither tentatively,
It tickles , and that's enough proof he thinks in his little mind,
The pearl is lodged
Never to leave
Dutch
man