faith of evolution

A  progression of fools

from beginning to fall

rising to perfection, cream of the crop,

finally came into their own

set the rest standing on heads

crowns planted firmly in the sand

looking out from within

between scrub and leaf

a deluge of color into

the widest expanse of space -

stars, the heavens, knowledge

found in no stack of books.

They walk on legs

gilded in gait

skipping the pretense

losing sleep for a chance at greatness

then stare through blinking fits

organizing thoughts into

architectural achievement

and numbers, letters, birds and bees,

release, dearth, lust and exhibition.

At length they'll form a latticework

of bodies to step on,

climbing hand over foot

upwards, artistically,

breaking ecclesiastic doors into shards

of timber, salving slivers of distrust,

the one eye and feral breast,

to lay a framework upon the floor

stretching like the limbs of an Einstein tree

into unnamed domains of fractal dissonance.

No poetic manual, no force of eros

in the curve of mechanization,

will crop the frivolous digits

from their dance, and exposition.

Standing naked under the gaze

of puffing monkeys, monocled -

haloed by emissions -

they dissolve in a slurry of myth

contained under a glass

dissected

cataloged

diagrammed and set upon a pole

pinned like a moth

into the obscurity of presentation

and glam

until the nectar erupts

and the circle breaks

upon the stone, and wheel, and manacle.