i think it's serendipity, rob.

neanderthal dream.

[i once had a dream where i was running,
and i couldn't look back]

the neanderthal woke from the dream to find a match;
the protozoa found the men, and the --
the cave-man, he was not alone in his ambiguous form:
they communed in the flame, and i was there.

i lit a tree on fire, and no one thought it a sin,
because they too were impassioned
my alien veins were filled with my brothers' blood
and we, like tibetan monks, lit a match.

Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2007-03-26 at 06:09

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like this a lot.

The flow is awsome.