as mankind tears headlong to destiny's berth
clad in our playful cloak of denial
singing kid-songs all the way,
an ill wind of humanity begins to stir
and then grow to a roar that wakes
our mood-altering limbic system.

(the hungry bear bellows a roar,
spins slowly to take it all in
and then begins the process
of inducting and deducting:
what to eat, what to kill,
what to love, what to need.)

as the savannahs kiss the high-snows
and a millenia of suns and moons
have risen and sat on each's shoulder,
so that long has mankind been challenged
for his own dark desire of being
complimented in torture by his selfish gene.

ebbing aeons come and go like an ocean wave
and as we mark points in time with silent dots on
a laser beam of growth and change, we become
blinded by our own finger-point, then
sightless, we begin again our trek
to find what is and alas, what isn't.

01/20/2006