Aug 292011
 

'Tis said our end is half-divine
And our days leave but a broken track
That moves, when it moves,
Neither here nor there,
But shuttles forth and back.

I heard our origins are in the sky
And we crawl in  fallen estate,
That when we stand
And cry 'gainst God's plan
We moan more than half-way mad.

'Tis rumored in our veins
That sex is a wish ape-uncles had
In a forgotten forest glade
Evolutionary urge made glad
And figleaf now forbade.

I know my heart's an Argonaut
And sails on waves of pain
Toward adventure and to a land
Evolution and God forgot
But like a sleeping seed long has lain
In Imagination's open hand.

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