The Crystal And The Monkey Poem by Jeffrey Quattlebaum

O glory!
O glory!
Glory to my waxen soul!
In the middle of our long journey
From the total empty nothing!
Through the yellow forest thick with graceful black hole swans
O glory of it all!
The dripping, the black, the insidious snort!
From the heart the coming of the man
And hindrance roll out of our way and be damned
We raise and curse any salt for wounds!
Any sword for a limb for our lives be any proof?
O glory to our all and our humility!
For we resist failure and endorse accord!
O glorious, glorious dance of futility!
Reward yourself with your quick abort!