Basal to the Clade


Sapiens in the cave
upright 
eyes in front
imagination in back.
Hands chewing the world    
to the end
beyond our grasp.
Our every meal
is born of others
but ingested alone.
Dazzling bodies
in front of the fire
swell our flesh 
and escape our dreams.
Each self, 
the one too many.
We must 
talk to ourselves
thinking it a choice we make
walled in our cave
on this Earth
put here
for us.



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