I ponder now upon this state,
a former position,
that of the humbled man;
a reality of fallability.
One moment the master of minutia,
the next, silenced by the hand of genetic correlation
and the dominant inheritance calculation.
Yet, I bask now in the wisdom of those around me,
who speak of faculties needed far beyond the utility
of aneuploidy.
The word of a confidant-lover,
a friend and collegue,
can lift a broken man above the deletion in spirit.
Be it bleeding scarlet or burned on the whites
of pulp and paper,
I once again see the banality of a letter,
the jaded belief of eternity guilded,
in the biased singular extension of limitless destiny!
