Half an Orchid, Half a Doe-Eyed Cobra

You didn’t think when you set out
that you’d set out to be your own odd
single species of uncertainty, but now,
here, these innumerable crazed and sober
eons of a living moment later, you’re

inimitable: half an orchid, half a doe-eyed
cobra: so in thrall to such a complex mix
of chromosomal and chromatic
cues and hues you ought to be on
someone’s nightly news – a creature

carnival bent on the public demonstration
of evolving random balance –
the epigenetic outcome of what varied
inner and external atmospheric enterprises,
good and ill, will choose when they’re

not looking, thinking, or care much about
the outcome. Evidently this is what is meant
to be, and though the doe-eyed cobra
orchid may be quirk and jerk, no one
can say you haven’t found your work.

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