Sloshing,
Slumbushing,
Slombing,
Here, there?
Where?
that certain
awkward feeling
seems like
something wrong
with the genes?
Who’s to blame?
The parent gene,
The environment?
Or the creator - perhaps?
How long they
Will sustain
In this domain
Where everyone
Is blinded -
Reality’s not
Totally accepted..!
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