Beats A Blank

Does it all just beat a blank?
The chatter, the hunger, the noise rising up
The squalling, squealing, thirst killing sup
All other thought and care?

And the desires that fall upon us all
And the ones rising from the gut that
Steam our hearts till the pressure reaches boiling point
…What is that?

Compared to perfection of stillness all about
Nothing stirring, not even a mouse

Organism strives for life
In the end organism gives up

Women speak of themselves and the products of their desires
Then crawl/march like mother turtles from the beach back to the surf
Well to recall the past, but turn away when at the last  you can

Wives of Kings, and Mother Ostrich, And The Feminine principal to which all existence must bind

All, every mothers daughter, at the last
Must leave her eggs behind

On their own to wonder and wander:
Does it all just beat a blank?
The chatter, the hunger, the noise rising up
The squalling, squealing, thirst killing sup
All other thought and care?

The answer hides in the question:
Then why are we here?

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Edgardo

Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.

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