The poetic side of DNA,
And, yes, I think it has one.
I look for the metaphysical portion assigned
To the living and the dead.
The genetic code beams ancient mysteries,
And answers in graphic content—
2 meters of mechanical precision sprawl
From a tenth of a tiny pin head.
The vision rewinds
Exhuming a time, pre-deluge,Pre-lapsarian fall,
When it was good,
Or good enough
But not mistake free, at all.
For the seeds of disease
And mortality
Were already at work
In those C T A G’s,
Long before there was
Any apple eatin’ going on.
-jenn long
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