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Wednesday, November 23, 2022

genetics


we are all genetically engineered,

with the pitfalls and the apparent successes,

the penmanship of living 

left on memory scrolls,

the shapes of who we are or were,

rather than the intendedness 

of our human documentation,

radically swimming in turbulent waters,

that are essential only waist deep.

this could have been a splash party

but no one adequately took up 

the share of that mood.

so roughly in the order that it comes,

we proceed as if victims of happenstance,

but quite accomplished at our game.

relating seems to me to be a cumbersome term.

I like the sense of vibes as interactive.

but most people do but say they don't.

it's simple enough to say.

we don't have a language for that.

genetics maybe in play

but more as outcomes,

like disease, sickness, prones and death.

vibes is a deep pool,

however the projections are intended.

we all wanted to get to the energetic truth,

but culture and circumstances mess with that. 

unceasingly seems to be the blood draw

and the narrative misspells itself ongoing,

are still vibes as if melodic.

no matter the instruments played,

is a worth beyond what measurement tells us.

sure genetics is the package,

but we are generations back 

from outright relevancy in relational ways.

not even race or citizenship basically matters.

even age differences is just reactive voodoo,

spent on the likes of fear or apprehension.

we are all contributing to genetic migration

but humans seem really slow compared to insects.

and for all of our genetic work with dogs,

what?

a greater variety of looks and moods?

humans left to their own devices

is more like humans left to their own vices.

genetics is probably amazingly artful

but that as a creative enterprise

is dependent upon the livingness put in.

it's all whole body art in the making.

life is the workout gymnasium

and living is the progeny as masterpiece.

I would have liked to have been 

a genetic artist of intent,

but my work was mostly unconscious at the time.

now, I am just at the sidewalk,

selling canvasses as presence and memories.

the kids have carried on

into the grandkids as declaration.

genetics, as art or artful,

seems like lifetimes ago

or lifetimes to come.

in any sense,

there is no way

that I am a judge of it,

as beauty or advancement as outcome . . .

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