Sometimes life is like politics
you have to change it, make a revolution, turn it upside down
and everything will continue the same.
Other times
mutation occurs in silence,
it grows in the dark... like a shadow plant.
Unaware of the process you carry on living
only dreams can warn you
(but it does't matter because you never remember your dreams)
and then one morning or maybe one night
in the middle of a conversation,
or with a cup of tea half way between the table and your lips,
you become aware of the little changes
in the DNA sequence of everyday life.
and the question drops inside your head with the weight of a hammer
Where all your substance resides?
is it the curly hair or the junky caffeine gene?
maybe
maybe all substance is about transmutation about restlessness,
the unfolding of whatever life can bring and you....
eye blinded
need to be prepared to embrace it
