Perish for those unknown
the ways of perishing
haunt the wood of farmhouses
the worries of housewives
we shall not perish as stone
I promise you
perish in riches or searches
the lashes of the ocean
those that seek SHALL perish
the ones who speak
the misguided seekings
are no better than computers
or all this software cast about
we are flesh and blood
in this household
we are bonded together
your mother, brother, sister and I
but the father is wayward
and symbolically, the same as illusion itself
in the elements of the Universe
testosterone is insignificant and has no register
and software is always virtual
don’t be software
we are flesh and blood
in this household
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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