”Exogens of All That Is”
....as i am sitting here thinking of all my genetic dna’s in this game of global pursuit, as i am being rounded and roughly gouged by the hewing hand of this one greater then i, that one who holds the well oiled broadaxe….., greater then i….?!?....and so i look to the hand from which i was hewn as this one is the giver of all life in this my moment of now….
—-if i was to say to you my dearest remembered hardwood,
or where goes the son of evergreen softwood,
could you and would you know my name after universal genes,
or should i go out and be put out by your exogens….
—-exogens you are and exogens you shall be,
till in my working of you-i called you tree,
and just as the beauty you are to the showing of your grain,
i passed my hand over you with a woodworking plane….
....and those were the days of your yearly increments,
till by my following of your daily wants of micronutrients,
i structured your organic materials of productivity,
till you became my golden wooden art of tree activity….
You all have a very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/