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With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow
   I often ponder the precise circumstances
   that any thing 2 be born this way
   as a poker face
Tracing back lineage of self or
   arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow
   Reckoning a series of events sustained life
   similar to sowing seeds of corn

Ruminating fragile nascent organism
   at mercy of fate flourished and how
   Taxing me mind how each score
   composed 4 each 2 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 4 able pledge a legions sans marital vow
   Like this poet, whose presence
   a mere fluke of circumstances possibly torn
At any point in the distant past
   rendering me absent hence unable
   2 blubber only a barely audible guttural wow

At what crapshoot of circumstances
   wrought Matthew Scott Harris 2 be
   Cognizant of self and the World Wide Web
   or follow threads back in time
Albeit eye n stein 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 themselves with glee
    Or just groveling along at bare boned
   knuckle existence without a dime
Less apt 2 own luxury of how Homo sapiens
   purportedly evolved from mon-key
   Whereby harsh ill fate tempts them
   into life of bad romance and crime
When perhaps riches with kingly figures
   loomed large in their family tree

Branching off way back when in the day
   Glorious personalities pop
   yule 8 ted genealogy 2 boot
Twisting a tortured destiny some
   where 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 starring sally meander newt
Dwelling in rich primordial egg drop soup
   wantonly in massive e bay
   Inexorably transformed (by dint
   of random how an drew
   dice did throw) per flora 2 take root
As well fauna to mutate into species
   and genus on land 2 assay

Giving rise to variety to an assortment
   of animals and plants
And this one speck of flotsam in particular
   owns a passion 4 hands 2 contra dance
Whereby others – from massive beasts
   to self taught amazing ants crying
   against the depredation of uncle sam
Scurry hither and yon 2 and fro
   perhaps also contemplating genetic grants
To be alive 4 a mere blink of an eye
   all due (in my view) 2 chance.
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