The Human Genre Project


From the first blind belly kicks
To the last eye lids of a life
We are in motion.
We are, but after all a breath amongst breaths.

From the headlamp eye child photos
To the frozen wedding smiles
We are there.
We are, but after all a face amongst faces.

Uncreated, undestroyed but form-changing
We are cause and necessity, chance and effect.

Kevan Christmas