One of the many things I love about writing poetry is its riddle sense. Usually the idea for a piece begins with something that intrigues me. And if something intrigues me, I create in my mind a moving picture about that challenging something to try making (some) sense of it, attempting to see it “functioning”.

This poem is one of those “films”.

“… of air molecules you breathe in and out. Lungless, I no longer gulp beady

air as you do. A blessing in disguise considering it’s riddled with rising

filth. Convolution, evolution. One would think some 1.4 kilograms

of learning brain would be enough to rise wise to our self-proclaimed

name, but we’ve always defied expectations. One THING is certain …”

(Single Poem: 1326 words, 123 lines)