The Dream of Uroborus. Poem. Robin Ouzman Hislop

The deluge will come,

warm waters will lap at your home,

the plague will increase

& we creatures will perish.

 

The meiotic dance

in our speciation

could have been a trance

not a deception,

biophylia in the masque of eros

in life after estrus.

 

Evolution doesn’t say

& perhaps on another day

it’s [...]

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