Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Essence of Earth (Poetic Prose)

The Essence of Earth
(Poetic Prose)



Inside of me, inside of each chromosome, I have the essence of Mother Earth All of her, from day one—four billion years ago, as Mother Earth has the essence of her solar system that surrounds her, which in essence involves our Galaxy and the Universe—and all those connecting Universes, all born somewhere in-between, the Big Bang and those passing fifteen billion years, and now. In each chromosome, in each cell I have 200,000-books of information, we all do. It connects in every direction to Mother Earth. My kind is called, by the name Homo sapiens, a species. Between my brain—cerebral hemispheres, two hundred million neural fibres are processing this poem—at this very minute, for you to read, and from what I’ve heard, scientists have created some neuroelectrical storm, that says all genetic material inside humans and his world, are molecules from a vulture who plucked us off some piece of corn only to wake up in the Garden of Eden; so goes our family histories.

No: 2824 (10-9-2010)

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