[Origins of Smiles] a poem

How gorgeous would your smile be if we
can trace it back in time to the first to ever
see it; how innocent it would be to follow the Nile
to its non-existent source; water has no source
as this world has no reason to be.
It appears on a plain burning with
accidental atoms, widening itself with
the sun’s christening, blessing in
reciprocation all who are to look upon it
It is a source where no one can
create in its place an impersonation
nor reduce it to the degree of
debris

It has its own markers,
as DNA, as dactylogical identity believable
enough is the beauty that is
not interchangeable

What it is is what it was then,
a world of no reason to have become
but became to be as blessedness ensures
when it displays




Dontrell Lovet't
from, [They Took It All Away]