Life. Asexuality. To Richard Dawkins

Ольга Гуро-Фролова
Having merged  into a single organism  for centuries,
Having accepted  asexuality  in the mind ,
Feeding  the sprout  of love with  an ambiguous  meaning,
Morpheme  departed  from the birthright,turning to a new life.

It was thrown by a wave on the sand,
Finding the root cause in the reduction of the genus.
The body  had changed,the skeleton had changed ,
The threads  of the body  merged together.

Stepping onto  the deserted  shore,
Intoxicated with a sigh,
it went  into the depth ,and the body gained strength,
Feeding on the souls of its brothers,changing formats ,

It departed from nature,turning dissimilarity into  the Hall,
The subspecies had already gained  the ability to move in a different way.
Using all the mechanism  that nature endowed ,
Consciousness was mentally deformed.

What is genius?
A vision of another sacred meaning .
A way to seize the throne.
 In te end the moment was puzzled  by such a dissonance that the subspecies  no longer felt like an egg-shaped torrent.

The new hemispheres  worked together ,
Saturating the tissues with the format of thought.
Like the sun,the sky,the air ,it was nurtured  by the elements of the wamb,
And the primitiveness  of the form  was no longer a burden for further transformation.

Using  everything by  itself,that creature was mentally recreated ,of course,  with some help,but by itself.
Movement is a  a force  that breaks  stereotypes,
And by creating  a fairy tale ,
There is no reason to destroy  ideals,

Guessing the sequel  in the mind,using that repository to create.
Without rejecting parallels  in thoughts that continued  to live in the same way,
Assuming  that changes  would occur,
In comparison finding reasons  for the development  of an angel  stray.