genes gleefully glided down the golden slope. dark clouds overhead, receding far away. merrily rumbling, rolling, clutching at their laughing stomachs, winking at each other, genes also small talk.
"are we flying?"
some of them leaped to the air. one kick there, on hi fi here.
in the vast genetic stumble, they made fun of each other too.
"sticky ape!"
mellow on the grass, breezing through the trees.
far above them, some kicked ass aloft gliding gently down. they could go left, go right, make fun of the ones below, but then, really see the bigger picture, from where it can be best seen: from high above. or so it seemed. they could swirl down, round and round. spiral. dive. free fall. follow the sine curve. genes sweating in fear, genes on a high.
some had things to say. some chose to remain silent.
some of them could climb up cherry trees and taste the best ones. aim the seeds on passing ants.
some madness, some despair, some lonesome, some loathsome.
some swam in holy infinity. guzzled in what the endless wheat fields had to offer. some watched as love walked by on its knees.
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Beautiful work, this.
./w
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