it's so far we've come,
we few tired apes of old,
that stretched off our tails
and shaved so well for so long

in the great there-to-here
between the rise and set
before the new and full
every last day is plowed through
with answers that need
no questions

so we're curious as candles
and just as fiery-
night skies are nothing to us

warmth and war are the songs we sing,
the only songs we know

which is just as well:

the only way through is after
and all of us know it, somehow.

2008-01-21 | 12:35 p.m.
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