The glassy tentacles of ideas <br />Snake down through the marrow of bones, <br />Like roots from a monkeys brain. <br /> <br />Rabid froth dried, on a rabbits whiskers, <br />Dreaming as tiger, instead of prey; <br />Snoring through the wild radish stalks. <br /> <br />And horses rear on legs borrowed from deer <br />To munch green apples, from rutting-scarred trees- <br />Everything what it is, and nature never differs <br /> <br />Though men may wish they had been born stones instead, <br />Or as kings in higher places; <br />But the higher grace found in this world <br />Looks out of human faces.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/human-faces/
