Apes As Kings Poem by James Long II

Am I an explosion?
a fiery contortion of energy and chaos and awe?
Or am I an emotion,
ephemeral and gossamer alighting from the hand of a god?
And am I all that's glowing,
radiating out like a conquering crusade on the dark?
Or am I all that's nothing,
the quiet of the void giving peace to the cold deepening arc?

Cause ascension takes no straight line but spirals and rides a waveform unto the limits of three dimensional thought
Creation and destruction imply the genesis of either and bring the valleys to the peaks to be wrought.

Alchemize the lightning and the river to vivify a truer concept of flow
And light a fire big as oceans in your heart to keep that spark in your soul

Cause you can believe that your are nothing but biology
Bur I believe I'm a line of music probably
Manifest as a human body
Self begot into a symphony of sound
To be a conduit of novelty from the omnidimensional ground
Carried up like a wave, out of molecules and syntax
An illusory sense of algorithm, objective due to paralax
But there's a deeper logic in these bones that gives directions to the lost at sea
Concrescence says "you're not alone, keep up the form and feel the humming of this unity."