Probability Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

If only i was a mountenair scaling the slope of beauty

Also as an evolutionist

makes extacy and the snow, perfect resources for the fabrication of odes

something to get my teeth in like fuit of a tree

IN FACT UPON CLOSER INSPECTION TURNED OUT TO BE, FULL OF ABBYSS LIKE HOLES

SO ITS JUST LIKE WATER OF A DUCKS BACK, to me

and WE ARE ABOUT 70 PERCENT WATER

Thats just it no salt, no theatre, no flowers

rubbish, time to jump to the better part

IM VERY PLEASED AT MY ORGANIC PROGRES AS I CRAWL TOWARDS VENUS

pASSION HAVING TAKEN POSSESION OF ME

I TURNED INTO AN ASTEROID UNABLE TO CONTROLL

eVENTUALY AFTER HITING THE WALLS OF LOGIC, SELF COMPASSION, RATIONAL

AFTER BECOMING SAVED I ENTRUSTED MY AMOEBA STATE INTO OSMOSIS,

Afeter realising that i was up against time

i decided, that dreaming was no good, and i started knocking on all the doors

My diet lacks salt, i to guild the lapses of time like keats

i lack a map

the truth from the bulshit or the non bulshit, if you like

The rough from the smooth

are yoyu escaping destiny, yo should, persecute, punish

Untill you get to utopia,

or if your an evolutionist, to her

not, mysterious

certainly intimate, maybe move you a litle bit nearer the fountain