The Mutants Of Mole Hill Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Mutants Of Mole Hill
it is the nature of your
kind
mutants of mole
hills
not to feast on
repetition
not to eat a bore
the first glance
is enough
once is always over
it is always a craving
for something new
there is no
one, nothing about
fidelity
the scatter is
love,
life is just a wink of
the eye
the other world
is just a theorem
of a philosopher that
does not
deserve
a second of
your time.
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