We are ancient
We like to see ourselves as new
But all that is new are
our things
No no we are so
wonderfully old
Just look at insects
They seem to have just stepped from the
primeval soup
All angles
All geometry
And yes it's a valid perception
We know insects are earlier than us
Yet we do not perceive
our own antiquity
Look at the wrinkles on our hand
like elephant hide
The nails
all horny
Oh walking man
dancing gymnast
tumbling free
how you so perfectly express
your antiquity
I am not asking for a
return to stoneage ways
But to know that grass
with its fruit on top
Makes a bedlike meadow
more precious than any
manicured lawn
teaches us something
don't you think?
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