Mists

Legendary apes fearfully, on a momentary far off planet
Build crafts with concrete and logs in natural forces, adjusting
To the winds directions, timings caressing every fold
At every crevice, furling workings on stormy waves
Still not able to follow structures that fell in altitudes,
Deigned rubrics for outcomes of alternate designs,
No matter how weathers were braved here or there,
:Countless times justified, merriment raised in blinds,
Endings surmised by their DNA, in their stupidity.

Outside – Helen Jane Long

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