ShadowsCool
05-29-2012, 02:29 PM
Rock Mating
Beneath the simmering surface of a thought
There is an impulse to drive a drop of blood
To a nerve underneath
Which contains a platelet,
That comprises a molecule,
That contains a single cell,
An atom of an element,
An element of decision
To choose right from wrong.
To laugh, to feel,
To send a pulse of blood
To a nerve again,
To the simmering surface of a thought
To a person who was big banged into existence,
Out of no intelligence.
Credit two rocks that mated
Forming his hardened thoughts
That render a verdict,
Of reality and fantasy
To a thought of intelligence.
Beneath the simmering surface of a thought
There is an impulse to drive a drop of blood
To a nerve underneath
Which contains a platelet,
That comprises a molecule,
That contains a single cell,
An atom of an element,
An element of decision
To choose right from wrong.
To laugh, to feel,
To send a pulse of blood
To a nerve again,
To the simmering surface of a thought
To a person who was big banged into existence,
Out of no intelligence.
Credit two rocks that mated
Forming his hardened thoughts
That render a verdict,
Of reality and fantasy
To a thought of intelligence.