The Creation of Birth!

Space!

Voided and replaced,

with the taste for life.

Thirsts quenched through creation;

Being human,

because God is within you.

Mankind is nothing like being a kind man;

ponder that one! They are opposites;

just like the moon and the sun,

but yet still related.

Time stamped and perforated,

gene’s become the name when isolated.

Transferred from one hand to another,

as if con?scated

and removed from thought.

To operate!

The door must be opened;

without warning!

Love is a patchwork of lace without the cording;

frayed,

stained,

one of a kind.