THIS WEEK'S Poetry Potluck #30, brings us the challenge of Evolution, Environment, and Survival. I insist on surviving. That's it!
I learned to paint my heart with camouflage,
walk on the ceiling when the floor swayed.
Sometimes I slipped into a crack,
next to the vermin.
Became skilled at being a wall.
Found the chalk and lead within,
not poison to me at all.
I am from ashes come,
hiding as a quantum speck
in the cosmic funhouse,
before heaven claims me.
Let God just wait for my intent.
I mean to write a full opera
in any key I want.
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