How does it start? If anything, a protoplasmic contemplation
growing exponentially like melons in a pumpkin patch
in furrows until bursting forth on sleeping giants
projected on each wall that separates.
Help us please! Can we but guess what motives Jung or Freud ascribe? Sein oder Nichtsein, Gott - kÃ¶nnen wir verstehen?
Contagious aspiration blooms, humanity defined anew,
groomed in a fire of long desire, collective mind of National.
VermÃ¤chtnis des Vaters und Brust des Mutter,
father's bequest and mother's breast,
defines the quest, put's all to test.
Zeugen Sie die Supermenschen!
VerrÃ¼cktheit tankte durch Blut und Tod.
Selected seed, madness indeed,
blood and death to all the rest,
upon a pyre, within a pit go "problems" and all witnesses.
Infektion in der Tat, eine Pest von Art.
A simple diagnosis, infection indeed, a plague of sorts,
hatred of the masses, by the masses.
Til Death takes all, the large and small, his laughter rides the wind.
| My favorite line was , "Til Death takes all, the large and small, his laughter rides the wind." It gives the write the finality, and it gave me some sort of relief. No matter what germ(s) we acquire, in the end we will succumb to the old Death, it is inevitable. In today's society, with the post-pandemic era, the survivors can only scratch their heads to wonder what lies ahead. Now, the latest subject matter is Monkey Pox. What is it? Can you die from it? What's next after that? We can only take a deep breath, while we can. Good write, it definitely puts things into perspective. Pioneerheart *** xoxo||| Posted on 2022-08-05 00:00:00 | by pioneerheart | [ Reply to This ] |