Perhaps strange, perhaps vague…

How things can break and almost mend themselves,

A little strange.

How we succeed ourselves.

Pioneers barely dominate infinitely

As Parthenon becomes a Laurel and laurels become….

Become.

Franchise, monetize….value

nothing is immutable.

On the verge of concluding a pointlessness-

Staring at the face of mutability

At the fading morning glory

Who can claim forever?

Period.

A blood clot, sperm drop, speck of dust, lick of sweat

As if it ever ceased.

Period.

Decisive beginnings ooze transient trails.

Genesis reeks of conclusion

Drips with uncertainty…

Even reflections are not super-imposable

Yet we speak of cores