How Biology Is Important Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

How Biology Is Important



My body is subject to biological fenomenons

despite constraints, organisms that multiply, the will to go

branches of a tree, shadows reaching i dont know where

the shadow of ellisium

the roses of the thorny bush

the hard way the easy way

history of passionate loves lost in the misty city

the simple hues of desire, leading

but this mightbe the tree on the island of this vast see and forced to look at casiopea constelation

forced that would be the operative word, a new philosophy would be in order

like im a moving cloud

like you give shadow to my stream

some thing that can only be seen, the difference, in the vissual dimension

therefore check mate, except if i unleash the white horses

the shadows of the sun
the shadows of the birds

bad and good, release from my feters my only joy

joy made out of blue

eternal questions

answers if you please, not just tease

the shadow of a light house
the shadow of the mirrored skyscrapers

my passin is working your machine, you fly of like fireworks

so there is a force in question

easily able to camu flage itself

hard ecuated with soft is nothing the space between the end and the begining

bad equated with good answer peace

in and out

hostile equated with friendly ness, a fire bomb impaling itself because of passion to the era

or a passion that burns in the conscience of the lover

lovers tears condensed

into nectar, rythm

melody

let be dispel all the evil and hear you

make love not war

protect yourself

protect the apples with no shadows

what is at the end of those branches

ambrosia

conciousness and a rejection of evil

good over evil equals peace

empty of anvils



a flagrant garden, of love powered fireworks

some are guides to



the tree has branches thorns, and fruit

conscient of god

all the basic things make a good foundation to the starrs

to the girl

the mist

this is the music of her voice

she sang the harvest of the wheat field,

i sing, the natural process of notes

these chords connstrain her heart into a whine

whilst of picking a flower in the middle of s shadow

i grabbed her leg which involves opening the third eye to the random cunjurering of miracles of love,

and the lips, not only does it it involve a melody, but the lips writing not the book, which reveal the secrets
but this mad parade

why climbing up the mountain sailing the river wich goes through the jungle, through the valleys, what faith, intransigence compounds emotional trajectories, reminicent fragments of parallel existences,

i require guidance from the harp of the goddess

her charm renders me a helpless slave

the thorny bush, required my full attention, for i need

its fruits, your thorns wound me but your rose, kept me posesed with want

i abandoned myself to the heat.

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