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Wonderment At Existence Mine

Wonderment at existence - mine
born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign.

With my scrunched  
and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder precise circumstances 
that linkedin yours truly 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 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 able pledge marital vow
like this poet, whose presence 
a mere fluke of circumstances possibly torn
at any point in distant past 
rendering me absent, 
and hence unable to utter wow
evincing expression care worn.

At what crap shoot of circumstances 
wrought Matthew Scott Harris to be
cognizant of the self 
and 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 thyself 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 to own luxury  
how *****sapiens 
purportedly evolved from monkey,
whereby harsh ill fate 
tempts them into life of crime,
when perhaps riches 
with kingly figures 
loomed large in their family tree
begat courtesy making whoopie.

A genealogical limb 
branching off way back 
when back in the day
glorious personalities 
populated genealogy to boot
twisting a tortured destiny 
somewhere o'er the rainbow 
along Yellow Brick Road 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 Geiko gekko newt
dwelling in 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
trumpeting horns heard
signaling Santa Claus
in his trademark red suit 
on land to assay.

Punctuated equilibrium 
first proposed by 
and Niles Eldredge in 1972
gave rise to variety 
to an assortment of animals and plants
perhaps also contemplating genetic grants
this one speck of flotsam 
in particular owned
a passion for contra dance,
whereby others from massive beasts 
to microscopic organisms
scurry hither and yon to and fro 
essentially to be alive for lifetime, 
nevertheless a mere blink of an eye 
all due (in my view) to chance
to self taught amazing uncles and aunts.

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