Creation
Dead Poets Live Prompt “Genesis”

Where meaning is found, attachment also, creation swells, upon the cherry stained floor lies retribution; opening of beginning and end~translucent marbled attire, no one attains status without flailing, we are all but one, simple at genesis~ entry point of salvation.
This is mankind’s folly, marking distinction without end, the procedure of creation is the same, the procedure of dying, the same, it is only in life do we attest to the living; contrast the upper~middle~lower class, simply a guest of man’s language, no such thing exists at the beginning; no, genesis exists without longing for separation, indeed it is non-attachment to the species that it belongs, that we belong to, where we belong~ where do we belong?
Do flowers dread the existential angst? Do the woods suffer from their own undoing? Does existence require profound explanation, or, can we simply, just, be.
Birth is the beginning of death; therefore genesis serves a higher purpose, one that humankind cannot understand, for it is the process of life imbued, where we find our creation point, genetics, egregious, where meaning is found~ the genesis point, beginnings are endings, the cycle of life ensures, that genesis serves a higher purpose, we cannot comprehend why creation demands decemation.
If one listens rightfully, with the ego~self dissolved, one can hear the breath of the Universe~ the beginning point, it whispers to you, “welcome;” that is it.
Yet, confusion begets in the process of life, dew dripping from leaves after warm showers, the origin has an original structure, why do you ponder circles, when shapes of existence are not beheld, they are lost, swirling in space~the beginning of life ends with beginning of life, this conundrum is fascist, a dictatorship that eludes us, bravery is required in the face of speculation, for who, what, and when we truly became~
is for the Gods.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019






