spider monkey

January 2, 2012 § 2 Comments

the stones removed
for your creation

a celestial collective waited
to witness your rise from Nazca
waited for prophecy to thaw

convey yourself
out of
the common mass
of your aboriginal brethren
beside you on the plain

the taratula always
anticipating prey
that never shows itself
the thunderbird who
never takes rise
on Andean winds

go, as you’ve always wished
smell the Ceylon blooms
of Kira Khatun
shun the provincial shine

think strange

find and lose not the sight of
the precept golden
as your frame travels
among the unknowing

the years found you
your tail forever curled
your eyes only seeing sky
you longed for the
ill fitting flesh
of creatures nomadic

now, as you wander
let the empty space
within your form be filled
with the chants of Tibet
the waters of the nile
the sun of the east

recite your life
to all things sentient
recite your life
to all things not
recite as red dust falls
from your twelve didgets

rise to follow the
song of the spotted eagle
echo it with your
empty lungs

leave the familial
lament of the stationary


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