Clash

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Oct 03, 2019

The clash.
Biology 
calling the
shots.
Moving the
animal.
Moving the
animal in
the intended 
direction.
Coding irresistible
forces, forcing
compliance.
Intricate dimensions 
to the process.
Process of
control.
Planting the
seed of 
irresistibility.
The scent,
the look,
the sound,
the movement.
All, finely 
tuned.
Finely tuned for
maximum results.
Millions of
years in
 the making.
Love, affection,
what to make
of love and
affection?
Surly different.
Beautiful things.
Things to 
cherish.
Things to 
hold close.
Things that
make life worth 
living.
Things that
help control
the process,
grease
the skids,
move things
along.
 Generation 
to generation.
The subtlest 
control of
all.

 

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Lef Turner commented on Oct 06, 2019 at 12:58am
*nods approvingly * thanks.

 

 

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