Pebbles from my skull

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All along this strand opposite Holy Island

Pebbles fit softly in the palm of my  hand.

Spent their eternity rolling on the floors of seas

Others, more ragged in texture, drag themselves

Through sand – desperate for the solidity of land.

Fossils cling to rocks, embedded trilobites, snail

Swirls, embossed in rock – all had lived

In the Jurassic or Cretaceous, fought for food,

Driven to reproduce. Why? So that aeons later

A mere virus can bring mankind to its knees?

Such wobbly evolutionary overlaps quickly dispose

Of those who see a straight trajectory into the future.

And give credence to those who saw, and still see, in the star of Bethlehem

A supernova, that wiped out the most advanced civilization ever known.

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John Marks

Tue 19th May 2020 19:11

Thank you kindly Mortimer.

“At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

MortimerBlooming

Tue 19th May 2020 05:18

Evolution may make men as capable as Gods in million of years one thing is for certain,
so long as our bodies are comprised of flesh, and oxygen keeps us warm,
We are nothing but instruments waiting to be played by bacteria and germs infinitely smaller than us yet just as infinitely more powerful.

A beautiful poem,

Mortimer

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