Chiral

It's a little strange, a little vague
How things can almost break and almost mend themselves
A little strange
How we succeed ourselves
Pioneers barely dominate infinitely
Greece must give way to Rome
Franchise, monetize....make it valuable
nothing is immutable
On the verge of concluding a pointlessness
Staring at the face of mutability
At the fading morning glory
Who can claim forever?
Period.
A blood clot, sperm drop, speck of dust, lick of sweat
As if it ever ceased.
Period.
Decisive beginnings ooze with the scent of transience
Genesis reeks of conclusion
Drips with uncertainty...


Even reflections are not super-imposable
Yet we speak of cores