Inherited Memory Poem by Graham Fowell

Inherited Memory



I think I thought
I may have been,
From where came my nose,
Perhaps too, a dream

A thought, a deed
Passed on through time
By testicles,
To welcome slime.

For breath to breathe
And thoughts to Rhyme.

Thursday, March 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: existence
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