Wonderment at existence

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 *****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.