Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Poem : Potatoes

Reduced to the privilege of analysis

enduring time and test to imagine

a conclusion that doesn't befit 

a species with such a gift.

I sit enveloped in myself

entwined by yarn of nucleotides

with ambivalent meanderings

and twists

a catalyst for virulent ponderings

And Nietzsche said 

magnificent ideas are conceived by walking

what sanctimony we're taught

alluding that thoughts 

are inherently great.

So nearly were we all potatoes

earthly and somewhere

undiscovered diamonds of dirt

always with

one idea less

two chromosomes more 

and a marvelous

silent retort.

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