Exactly what you were thinking right?
Well... yes it is a poem. The Latin translates to, "Man is naturally curved in upon himself."
Becoming Human
Homo curvatus en se es
-Martin Luther
We are not yet humans.
We are the whales that breach
our oceans with beautiful gestures,
only to soon sink into our own
vast recesses.
We await our evolution--
the hope thrown off between crashing
waves--when we are found
on the shore,
walking upright,
proclaiming mercy
to Ninevah.
1 comment:
tasty, very tasty.
I enjoy this, and would gladly continue reading (with glee) if you were to continue posting such matter.
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