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Wonderment at existence ™

With my scrunched 
and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder 
the precise circumstances 
that any thing to be born
tracing back lineage of self 
or arbitrary individual 
unpredictable as the dow
reckoning a series of events 
sustained life similar 

to sowing seed of corn
ruminating fragile nascent organism 
at the mercy of fate flourished and how
taxing me mind how each score 
composed for each 
to toot their own horn
aware that just the slightest 
off beat fluke determined 
from millennia ago or now
that particular organism – 

whether one celled entity 
or beings that can mourn
the loss of kindred members – 
food for thought 
for one able to pledge marital vow
like this poet, whose presence 
a mere fluke 
of circumstances possibly torn
at any point in the distant past 
rendering me absent 
and hence unable to utter wow

At what crapshoot 
of circumstances wrought 
Matthew Scott Harris to be
cognizant of the self 
and the world wide web 
or follow threads back in time
albeit not more 
than a couple generations – 
whereby emigrants did flee
from supposed eastern european swath 
in general finding you to rhyme
for no reason, 
just as other creatures 
great or small occupy 
(wall street) themselves with glee
 or just groveling along 
at bare boned knuckle existence 
without a dime
less apt to own luxury 
of how homo sapiens 
purportedly evolved from monk-key
whereby harsh ill fate tempts them 
into life of crime
when perhaps riches 
with kingly figures 
loomed large in their family tree

branching off way 
back when back in the day
glorious personalities populated 
genealogy to boot
twisting a tortured destiny 
somewhere along the way
setting stage for rags 
when once august ancestry 
buried in loot
yet tis quite frivolous 
to bemoan present 
woes or even pray

to win lottery turning attention 
to how like 
our ancestral gingko or newt
dwelling in that rich primordial 
egg drop soup wantonly 
in massive bay
inexorably transformed 
(by dint of dice throw) 
per flora to take root
as well fauna to mutate 
into species and genus 
on land to assay

giving rise to variety 
to an assortment of animals and plants
and this one speck of flotsam 
in particular owns a passion 
for square and/or contra dance
whereby others – from massive beasts 
to self taught amazing evolved ants
scurry hither and yon to and fro 
perhaps also contemplating genetic grants
to be alive for a mere blink of an eye 
all due (in my view) to chance.
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