HAIRLESS MONKEY GESTURING

He plays and laughs a lot in his own way
with and at his foolish cynical introversion,
for that's really all there is to do.

And why should he, amused and enticed
as he finds himself even amid
his deepest and most melancholy indulgence,
want to anticipate anything other;
anything more or better?

Only perhaps for the many rushing steps
of the dance, his bumbling veriform flow
of prelingual phenomenal attention, to be caught up,

not into dancing, but into the perfect stilled
curve which is the dance apprehended
from a perspective beyond time,
should he set his sights

were such circumspection not antithetic
to clear motionless immediacy.

But that will come anyway, eventually,
whether he strives toward it—
if not through divine invasion then
at last with the dissipation of life from his form.

Such at least pleases him to believe
and half-heartedly consecrate spirituality.

— vi2pr8r