365 Poems: May 24th, 2014

Mutations

Everything’s a mystery

of genes and DNA.

Powers as great as flying

and falling

and traveling through time

live written as lines in our skin,

falling away as unneeded information.

Maybe someday we’ll master the makeup

and create a couple heroes

and a couple villains,

but it won’t be easy.

Nothing ever is.

Since when did anything ever change

without something having to end?

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