Reincarnated

Reincarnated

The fly on the wall

Knew my name

Lazarus, he said

Before flying around in circles

Trying to find a way

To the other side

Of the window

He was headbutting.

A female would have taken

The sensible decision

To fly the other way

Toward the kitchen

Where the toaster lay

Crumbs aplenty

For the grazer.

With its connotation

Of fortitude

Peter the Rock

The thrice times denier

Peter The Great

Peterman

The safebreaker

The boy who lost his shadow

And never grew up.

I was newly risen

Unchanged

By the passing of another day

Perhaps I should have stayed

In bed

Buried my head

Until the world came around again.

Pi is not a repeating decimal,

But a point

On a turning circle

Continues to recur.

Too much wine

Not enough water.

The fly was agitated

Knowing his time was short

He threw me a glance

Angry with the world.

He had a few ideas

About existence

And new paradigm research

But never had the time

To see them through to fruition.

He passed on

All he could

Encoded in genes

Hopeful that lessons would be learned

But resigned to the fact

He would never see

Evolution