is pregnant -
So time begins.
We are the
history of God growing into the unknown. We are the
genetics of haiku, the building blocks of long poems.
Sonnets created into flesh. We are the process of
evolution, a continuous rhythm of iambic pentameter.
We are the poetry that learns to walk. We are the
hieroglyphics of thinking.
We are born co-authors of
intellectual property. We are free verse made from
the chromosomes of antiquity. We are today that
becomes but we are not tomorrow. Only God can
remember the future; this is copyrighted. Time
watches carefully it is the government of God. We are
forever a language of verbs.
At birth we are undoing. We are
blind. To know would defeat life this is not our
purpose. We are not to know but to learn.
We are a straight line of Newtonian
period. God is the curvature of space.
I am not sure if we asked for this
life; more than likely we begged.
I am not sure why.
The future is an adjective, always.