Double Helix Pinba11
Our gazes
playing pinball
between constellations
rough prayers shooting out into blackness
unheeded
our planet's heartbeat growing faint
like a late autumn rain.
Soon we must bolt and make for those far away fireflies
like a teen blindly sprinting from comfort
and the abuse of being chronically misunderstood-
We don't yet have the knowledge to flee.
so, it's a race, once again, between evolution and destruction.
God playing pinball between the rungs of a double helix.
Silver balls of eternity laying rough paths onto the blackness of
tilted... "Uncertainty".
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