here we are in this big city together
this concrete pond of rectangles
regular shapes poured by minds of men
dividing our water from flowing love of streams

you and I relate

if you believe the stories told by Darwin and his primate descendants
who wear white labcoats and a clean shave this very morning

tell me, cousin, should I believe the stories of science?

it wields technology I can tap on this screen in my hand

certain-men claim this is not magic

i have so many questions that drip on my head

thoughtthoughtthoughtthoughtthought

drenching my sequential I,
therefore

it thinks and forgets to am…

You are a duck.

(sigh)

You are wise enough to know the water,
while I try to keep my head above stories.

Here, let us break bread.