Evolution

From the primate's lousy fur
a cry goes up

to reach for the stars and there acquire
an end to the longing that drives us
forward, the dream too
awakened in us
(held back)
only by boundaries

of reality, our worldly concerns
for one another -- and the plague
we carry.  We carry on.
 
 

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