“Quadrupedal / Ambulate”

We.

Went.

From levitating somethings in a sea of nothing else

To being the apple of our Edens' eyes

Cursively written via satellite skywrite

Like lines of chalk drawing murders in reverse

Driven by a crow's caw 

To break ultrasound barriers 

Deep waters be damned

There we were. 

How dare us? 

The audacity...to be born.

How "pompous" we are, right?

To feel entitled to such mania and madness

As "undying love"and "combustible laughter"

As the receivers of such dynamic extremes

Of themes like "tears of joy" and "grinning bears?"

How dare we not be embarrassments?

How dare we

The ones who had both our parents

Be held not hostage nor victim to scorn?

I'll tell you how.

The Gods we knew which created us

Drew up a contract without words.

A mathematical equation that proved

That we are not brought into sin;

That we are made of many sines. 

Right, as in...exact.

That in this game we're in

We'd be given...but a single square

And all we have to do...

Is stand there.

Yes--even like that.

I'm quite sure Adam bombed 

The first time they told him not to explode

Like the big bangs that were his senior.

To keep calm.

To turn about supine to prone

To quadrupedal

To drive his patellas high 

While steeping his achilles heels into the ground

To ambulate without an ambulance.

As sure as shit that stinks of blood orange roses

I can tell you even he, many times, fell.

Even he was gifted nine hundred thirty years grace.

Our belly buttons tell the tale

That we are only freshmen, and

Our teachers, through so many rougher drafts

Have learned their lesson.

We need not nearly a millennia to live,

But we, yet and still, do need faith.

So this is true and living, each day we wake.

Proverbs 24, verse 16 states

For a just one of us

Shall fall down seven times...

And get up 8.

So.

Let’s.

Go.

--Tr1umph@nt!