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
Alphabet City 
Beautiful (and I can’t stop singing Zeppelin’s Black Dog 😀 )
Thank you. Interesting you picked up on the “I don’t know…” line as a Black Dog verse. I didn’t intend it as such. Instead, it was intended to be the start of a caisson that military personnel use when training. Nice read! 🙂 —CC
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I like your interpretation better! 🙂 🙂 –CC
Yours is intriguing, but thank you!