The earth is theirs.
They are unbroken, unhurt.
But they are damaged
like a car in a crash,
A house not quite solid.
And its steps become human
Before the humans become real.
Thought fragments connected.
Try to separate what is mental from what is physical.
This isn’t what we wanted from our futures.
Know childish dreams and childhood memories
And all creativity is not lost.
Time goes by.
Another street name
Missing along the way towards
Words that coalesce into communication.
In loss do we find something?
Author notes
This poem was written by looking at the poem "Song Against Natural Selection" and taking each individual line on its own and then "translating" each of those lines to create something new.
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