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Déjà-vu

You asked…….
I say an ode
can never be finality,
it lives,
if born in truth
beyond forevermore,
its mission not for sale
nor shared or given to
another soul.
Transversing gender lines,
and race,
mindset and innate traits,
its body fluids bond,
molecular its perpetuity,
its genesis of heat
and low volt currents
that unite the frayed,
as well as the decayed,
an ode survives
the frazzled déjà-vu
of God’s own telomeres.

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