Laboratory Poem by John Prophet

A world
spinning
furiously.
Beings popping
in and out
of existence.
Generations
morphing
on the
fly.
Evolving,
changing.
Pulsating
biology,
to an end.
Creating.
Creating something
new.
Something
different.
Laboratory.
Laboratory
mixing, furiously
mixing.
Individuals a
A component
of the stew.
Ultimately lost
In the mix.
Soon
something new
emerges,
something new
results.
Something that
will change
everything!