If you live on the Fantastic Planet
Some days
You feel steel on your scalp
and steel in your palms
You are the evolved, and the constantly evolving
Rapid; rapid; rapidly
And we live with steel on our necks
and sonic waves booming
from our chests and temples.
We were under the impression of evolution
we were living with evolutionary spectacles
covering our irises until they were torn
and we were naked
and our Garden of Eden was our impression
of our stance and state
The charts were rapidly running;
like a film.
We were getting left behind in our caves
with our left hands and our flat-feet.
We ran faster than we had need to
Till we were inhaling particles;
atoms that had not existed when we were still the spectacle
And we brought them out of their Fantastic Planet
and they brought us out of our sleep.