Hybrids may initiate new species.
They may remain traditional dead ends.
As in genetics, so too in culture:
World without end, comprised of all our ends.
Who wouldn't want to believe words have been
Our undoing and are undoing us
Now as we try to compose our egos
To comprise ourselves out of the composed?
Words are our doing, and our undoing
Is the only promise vouchsafed to us,
The rainbow that arches in lordosis,
Explaining there's truth, there's beasts, and there's us,
You and me. We will not inhabit these
Exchanges of burnt macronutrients
And ecosystems of microbia
Much longer. We will flee to other dreams.
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