Survival is Subtle from Gross
Out of the cave in the underground
We walked in Peru
Searching for food
No way to buy
No way to sell
Hunt, gather, find a place to dwell
Rub sticks, stones, and bodies
Children of Set
The Sun no longer burns in Sin
The Spirit– no longer confined within
Out! Out of the body!
Into the vagina at the Vatican
Bring light through the nature of unity and its division
The evolutionary law of survival of the fittest
I read the poem and i know you had something to say.keep saying it. There are lot of us who can hear you.By samyshades.wordpress.com.
Thank you for reading and for the comment. Very encouraging!