Behold, you tower of imminent collapse obscure, picturesque obelisk dishonest monolith, ironic cairn stone call yourself behemoth, you mammoth an affront to the primordial gods who stir this civilized cauldron and lick the soup bone how you've metastasized, between two lines so very fine, you walk the edge of Occam's own what with the sticks and mud and rocks brass and iron locks airtight, you cut this Pangea into pie cover the faces of your clocks and walk away upright with your cute, morbid curios of olde the missing link- frozen somewhere in the Arctic cold carnival amusements for your half-pennies, hay-pennies, hayseeds you pay, a slithering mass observes your compassion on display tailing the predicted demise of a cosmic appraisal spans Twain the temporary sun massive panic in the wake of this poisonous gas from fireball's past that with held breath, eyes do not turn away
The hairless ape is cleansed of knuckle-dragging to the bipedal standpoint by, baptismal in a pool perfectly still, reflecting back the boundless stars of a frontier sky as calm beneath the surface as the shuddering, shimmering lake a soul can search throughout all time in that most restful sleep; and be unable to keep everything it has learned once it is finally awake.