evolution

A handful of creation,

we exist,

nimble creatures

set on creating

paper from thought,

emerging

like words out of stone,

we are numb

to a world of criticisms,

we count minutes

and eternity

in another,

concentrating

on our subtle

differences...

the incantations

of our environment,

evolution is this way...

slow and cruel,

torturing us

with anticipation;

we need a break through,

we see a spot on the wall

and call it passion,

finding art

in an industry for youth,

manufacturing our lives

from religion,

torture,

eternity...

thoughts

on a pedestal

for us to admire

as our own

as we search

for the antithesis

of our passions

in every day life;

we groan from the pain

of tireless lovemaking

pent up

in the unrequieted

passions of the flesh,

coming to a halt

as we realize

we are human;

we stand

baffled

by the disappointment

of our shortcomings,

cursing god

and revealing

the truth

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster