It begins
We wrote
our way, a highway
through the reality imposed
On our dreams

We talked
Without words
Shaping the world
Alone, I was
In our joy

The words are words are only words
Made by monkeys
With souls
We grew, we changed
Says I
A lion is coming!
Says you
Look I found fruit
Says he
Make babies with me!

I make angels in the snow
And the monkeys scream
Silence:
If I refuse to speak
I’ll say no wrong

No lion is coming
But it’s there; see
Tail twitching in dry grass
Eyes like slits
Muscular
Can’t you see?

The winter is illusion
We all live on the savanna
Still
He created the snow for confusion
Run! He’s coming!
Can’t you see?