Collectivism

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Feb 02, 2020 

Global
collectivism.
Swirling
thought infection,
swirling thought
evolution.
Cross
pollination
pregnant
with purpose.
Genetics mixing.
Verbal discourse
mixing.
Small or
great
matters naught
mixing.
Creating
different hues.
Different flavors.
Different textures
mixing,
evolving.
More added,
views altered.
Perceptions
changing.
What was,
archaic.
What
will be,
unknown.
Creations,
new creations.
Different!
To what end
different?
Point?
No point!
Performance
art extreme,
till curtain fall.
Nothing more.

 

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