The ForgeA Poem by E.J. WalingThe forge.
Instincts. Hardware. Software. Each, fully supplied. As programed, designed. Each in its lane. Widget after sprocket. One to the next. Pretty much the same. Generation to generation marching along. Cosmic alchemy. Mixing. Churning. Manufacturing results. Life, an assemblage. Product produced. Spinning up. Cosmically. Machine made. Stamping up lifeforms, one then another. Plants. Animals. Cats. Dogs. Humanity. Each in their lane. Being as intended. Following design. Software imposed. Instincts supplied. Forever apart. Creations forge. Alchemist designed. © 2025 E.J. Waling |
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Added on April 9, 2025 Last Updated on April 9, 2025 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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