Wolf's dog DNA and gods flow
Through the lineal veins of culture,
Milleniums of carpe diems, subfossil
Capuchin stone hammers and anvils.
Of botany in the apostolic age, all I can rage
Is, Madam, I'm damn metaphoricious. Alu!
Alu! Alu! Hallelujah! The human genome
Makes no sense. It resembles us.
Nearshore. Nefesh. Tech bogey
Technology is driving its own iron
Car to the costume ball and the green
Evolution's absolution, simultaneously,
A good talking to, spoiled.
Let me tell you something, something
Secret. Nothing's truly simultaneous,
Truly it is.
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