apes built shapes and space <br />to kill gods, <br />but they can't breathe it. <br />heaven is a name past sky and space, <br />past heaven. <br /> <br />there's no compass to decipher clouds. <br /> <br />I look at anyone, <br />and they speak with a dust I can't decode. <br /> <br />like breaking horses with silver spoons <br />and wild west <br />molotov laser waitresses. <br />subconscious and I will never get along. <br />too substantive, <br />we love in cunning ways.<br /><br />Aaron Eliad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apes-built-shapes-and-space/
