Friday, November 5, 2010
Seed
This smile. Not any common one, but your own. Passed down through Zen. Imprinted on another creature.
See the tenacity on ridges of his teeth, help it grow to conquer the world just like you did once. See the culture on the ends of his lips, you can teach him to bend and make the world fall in love with him just like it did once with you. See the zeal on his cheeks that can alter future lives that he touches, teach him how to use this carefully. See the way his eyes burn blue with raw passion, a history of your now faint crimson eyes.
You have the spark, your words and actions create a new generation. You don't need a surrogate. You don't even need ovaries and testicles. Two of each is just fine.
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