Lyrics

Did a big brain      raise us                 into mountains to range                 over the valley, to see                 the approach      before whoever it was      knew                 they would walk a path                 between dusk & dawn half-awake?                 An eye squinted, & sex as idea                       made the lids dance. Now, the brain                 pauses      on the edge of ascension      or surrender, one                 sleepy hand pointing at a totem,                     & the other weighing a stick                 or jagged stone.