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today is not a day for rumination
cows are ruminants
contemplating the subtleties of grass
nor is it a diary where Whitmanesque
observations are woven into truth
this is just an exercise of thought
as the bright sun fades to rain
feeding the all the stubborn
imperfections of suburban lawns
while, when I am green,
I am moved toward some
semi-sanitary pit to lose it all
and wet and clammy, mewling
start again
today is just a day for ruination
squarely in the camp of nihilists
my life a metaphor for all the
other systems woven round
the earth
a toilet bowl of tempests & chaos
how short sighted are all
the porcelain views
the personal is never universal
nor 'uni' anything
variety is woven through the strands
of everything from DNA to history
why is there only male and female
when no two snowflakes are alike
the rainbow has more colours
than the eye can see
and all of them are beautiful
and everyone has room
within the spectrum
of a fecund life - my life your life
our lives
Copyright © Hans Devos | Year Posted 2020
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