still at the cave of existence <br />we plod on with our breaths <br />our intelligence <br /> <br />we call the cavemen names <br />the peking man, the perak man <br />what would the world label us <br />say in the same number of years <br />between us and the peking man? <br /> <br />man in the cave of universe <br />hogging on to a physique they <br />could not even get to really own? <br />disceptions at every end of the hair <br />burning the fire of disappointments? <br /> <br />what would you call them? Us? <br />the Trapped men, may be? <br />trapped in the cave of their own existence <br />- this physique that can be refashioned <br />to carry nothing but us <br /> <br />i fancy living without the bothersome <br />constituent and time has the technology to <br />help us make the switch <br /> <br />fancy us greeting each other <br />turning round and round in space <br />as we transfer our nature into <br />the sun, moon, earth and everything <br />that springs from it <br /> <br />spiralling men<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cave-men-2/
