The Mutants Of Mole Hill

it is the nature of your
kind
mutants of mole
hills
not to feast on
repetition
not to eat a bore
the first glance
is enough
once is always over
it is always a craving
for something new
there is no
one, nothing about
fidelity
the scatter is
love,
life is just a wink of
the eye
the other world
is just a theorem
of a philosopher that
does not
deserve
a second of
your time.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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