lungfish wallow in the sand
wait for the willowy fertile crescent
to change its course
snakes by a pyramid’s sphinx
there lotus grow papyrus scrolls
where stands a hippo
crocodiles are grim-eyed satchels
denial is not for you and I though

From whence springs his or her story?
Just what drives the wave to surge and break.
Evolution, not revolution, determines destiny:
Lungfish gasping in a mudflat. Initial syllables.
Every beginning begins at the beginning.
Only victories allowed to repeat themselves.
This is the way the way the word begins.
Endless repetition until only Now remains.
Homer, Dante, Shakespeare: one human voice:
One song sung sighing across the sky.

Collaborate with Society, By Chris.
                  In the world of our benefactors or such, others calling
                        Others collaborators.  As if such a term were,
                             Shameful.
                            I ask you, what greater endeavor exists than
                                That of collaboration?
                            For example in our current unparalleled enterprise
                               Refusal to collaborate is simply a refusal to grow
                                Which some insistence on suicide if you will.
                                       Did the lungfish refuse to breathe air?
                                              It did not,  
                                    It crept forth boldly while its brethren
                                                            rema­ined in the
                                             Blackest ocean abyss.  
                                     With lidless eye forever staring at the dark.      
                                         Ignorant, is it not? Doomed despite their
                                                       internal vigilance.          
                                            ­ Would we model ourselves on the
                                                                ­trilobite?
                                        Would that mean all accomplishments of
                                                       humanity
                                         Could fade, nothing more than a layer of
                                                     broken,
                                          Plastic shards, thinly strewn across a fossil
                                     Bed, sandwiched between a burgess shell, and
                                              Eons worth of mud? In order to
                       Be true to our nature and our destiny, we must aspire
                                                 to
                            Greater things we have outgrown our cradle.
                    It is feudal to cry for mother’s milk when our true
                                        sustenance
                        Await us, Among the stars!  Therefore I say yes! I am
  a collaborator! We all must collaborate, willingly, eagerly, if we
                 expect to
              Reap the benefits of unification. And reap we shall!  Civic
       deeds do not go unrewarded,  and contrary wise complicity
                          with people's cause  will
      Not go unpunished. So please, be wise… Be safe, be aware.
              We have plunged humanity into free-fall...
Now, is the moment to redeem ourselves.

©  Chris .B 2017