MONKEY RISE

MONKEY RISE

Still confused by the vantage point between future and past,
and still wondering where to go. Fragmented theories that speak of
finding the sun by the shine of the moon, not wanting to hear the moon
generates no light of its own.

More so, a comet's trail behind, fragments in tow. Some glitter, some captured,
others dark, spin fast and slow. However, all are pulled, drifting and gravity bound
tied to silence unbreathable. Their influence is not forgo.

With high-tech shouts to bones that reply, "we told you so" distress brings
sight, insight, truth, and a bath in warm shallow pools of comforting speculation
collected in weathered basins upon jutting speckled rock as the suprise creeps
higher; lapping voices of what approaches.

Universal admissions from designer primates still beating twigs against, impressed
by their errected obelisks Oh! But how beautiful they swing between, bearing hairless
pink swollen rears as sails high. Screeching "take us to horizons anew, that we may continue
to spread our seed."

Forgetting, no matter how smart an ape is, it cannot swim
and the universe has declared itself...an ocean.