Bless this curse for this is thy gift
From thy arsenal of stigmata and creeps
Job was well done and so will you be
A test of magic tricks of serendipity
Prefer providence than deities
Go tinker belles and architects and engineers
Of civilisation and society
Of law makers and breakers and jailbirds
This is but a rhetoric of the rational
This is but a defense for little worms in skulls
Do you sleep and wake
Do you die and live every day
In the poison of the brain and the bane of the soul
In diseased cures and viral placebos
In the neverending cycle of the birds and the bees
We all are only a repeat of habits

© 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez


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