Frantically I weave long strands resilient by nature but suddenly failing
to emulate the eons’ prototype, ancient formulae in my head still vibrant
guide me, blessed incantations – recipes for life and all its themes, I pray don’t fail me now, permutations be gone, mutations Go!, permutations be gone…
a rosary of beads of nucleic acids, counting-off like so many marines marching
1-2-3-4, 1-2…3-4! I don’t know but I been told…(echoes, do you hear them?)
I feel them building their bridges to nowhere, pieces of puzzles jig-sawed and ill-fit

at odd angles to intended points for docking, errant by design
and now This, pervasive and intrinsic

Chagall 2017

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