DNA (a 'mission statement' of sorts) 

A strange one, indeed...

<------ (Tom Lyford, the Future Dead Poet)








Like those embedded-in-amber
mosquitoes whose blood-bloated
bellies gave up the ingested ghosts
of DNA to populate Jurassic Park
with long-gone, born-again
Thunder Lizards…
 
my poems, like moths fluttering
in the widescreen’s glow, glue
themselves into the fly-paper of
the world wide web, their tiny little
torsos mummifying, crystallizing
into the jaundiced jewelry of time…
 
waiting for you to stumble on them
and, perhaps, reconstruct a Paleozoic
portrait, if you will, in the museum
of your heart… of your head… a
hologram of a soul that once
walked this earth

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