Perpetuation

Something in the repeats make them not the same, like three writings of the same thing. Like cursing at the annoying tone of the phone when it rings at 7 in the morning and hearing a sleepy faint voice from the other end saying "rain rain rain, it's raining today". Like meeting the familiar eyes of a stranger's face when time and space change all the time [and space]. The earth's position changes. Your cells wouldn't be the same. One osteoblast dies when one osteoclast is born. But you repeat the same tasks over. What are in these repeats? What would you do otherwise if you ever could? Me? I wouldn't change anything. Is the unknown better than the known? You will not die until you evolve in your repeats, I know that. I dreamt about it last night when two flying sharks were pointing towards my unprotected body tied down to a piece of wood in the middle of an angry ocean. The dream must have been rooting from my anger at myself for being so smoky with someone and feeling helpless as to how to speak so she can understand my words aren't harsh but what needs to be done needs to be done. Are you a stranger when things are strange? Is this snake feeling any different by being on the left side of the cage compared to yesterday when it was on the right side? I sang for the snake today and it listened to my voice very attentively by bringing its head up the cage. How can a snake with no ears listen to my vocal vibrations when she can't listen to me with her ears? The answer is, no one listens. No one listens without their barriers and filters in listening. I grant you and me that and only that. If I were the god of evolution, I would give humans half a mouth, four eyes and four ears. My heart-beats today are not the same as yesterday. Must be the ocean's waves in my dream last night. Ever been a stranger to your heart?