Primates

Jul 31, '06 1:39 AM

once in the hills of Luna
lived a king of sorts
he would sit on a silver cushion
tending to his pots

everyevening he could see the
the blue moon shine so clear
the rivers in the galaxy
looked like twinkling steers

the lunar king was ageless
his vision spanned all time
his watch showed time in parsecs
and his breath reeked of lime

sometimes the meteor
would fall near his shore
throwing shards of crystals
each one filled with lore

for food he ate starust
his water whisky clear
single malted nectar
each drop old and dear

all the time he watched
like the sentinel of yore
millenia eonsin his calendar
were just weeks of sheafs he tore

there had been the other
there had been many more
but it was he and he alone
that watches over this shore


how far he had come from
how far he had to go
only Deus his cousin
could say how many more

the blue moon yonder was
a fiery red once
greeen to gold and silver
it even was a nun

for some time the oceans
filled it with life
the king of luna kept watching
the never ending strife

the apes called it earth
and they called luna moon
the fools thought the observatory
was their own private spoon

they landed one day on luna
strange suits heavy they wore
strutted proudly as peacocks
delusional as a boar

there were million million galaxies
in the universal tree
but the apemen ignorant
were happy on their twig


what would they have done had they known
that the tree was very small
it stood in an arbor
dwarfed by banyan swarms

each tree had twigs
of similar nasty beasts
each twig had its luna
with a king who was free

thinking of the religions and countries
that apemen have spawned
so tiny insignificant
full of moldy ponds

its time to take a walk
through the arbor green and deep
see the universes pulsate
while good old deus sleeps

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