Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

his demeanor was stoic
another baby another dad
it had been said before
who is to blame
who is the donor
does it matter
all is life
caught in entropic principles
formulated and shit out
in varying arrays
upon the sun rays shining
bombarded by particles
as fast as you slough off others
I am alive
at this point in time
I must suffer and wonder
within this construct
constant reimagined

draw the universe- with pencil like sketches- with feathers tickling the very fibers of your soul- because with out it- there is no flavor- no scent- no life-
clearly- taste
is a nice thing- but rare
welcome the fingerprint