The master gland

The master gland of the mind

is where we all in common

partake of, what goes on

through generation after generation.

Always living through those alive

but never without deeper

long lines of ancestral connections.

As if we were each

just living hairs on a giant

somewhat forever creature.

We are some how,

some part of it carrying it on.

We are all manifest and growing,

some as pubic, some scalpel,

some chin, some shin,

some lower back,

and even some ingrown.

Sure some lash, and some anal,

all with preoccupations

and characterizations to go by.

But more importantly,

all living through the union

of this as source.

We each take up

these coded historical choruses

and yet are situationally adapt

as mop, pits, beard, crotch, arms,

legs, and torso,

as locations and manner

of appearances to represent.

Some of us

hardly see the light of day.

Others live under colored hues.

Some bat their existence

while others survive

mostly as stubble,

still others,

not to be left out,

are combed, soaped, soaked,

smothered in deodorant,

stroked, wiped, curled,

snuggled, compressed,

and some even

flat ironed, tweezed, coiffured,

and plucked.

But all in service,

growing out of a deeper than

DNA original cause.

All of these lives,

of one invisible body whole

as by-product to what?

What is the master gland

of this common mind of us up to?

What great quantum

of spirit breath lives as us all

most lucidly yet unpronounced?

Say what comes through you

and then translate

out of the privacy

of your language base

into being.

Say it, sing it, grow it, be it.

All hair analysis

of this celestial type

would essentially reveal it.

But we can,

because we are one grand

piece of work,

one master gland

of the mind in common,

one collective folly

with mirrors of insight all around

or counter points of care

to tease ourselves into playmates

of a more conscious existence.