When perfect symmetry is something, then disarray is another thing.
I wonder in wonder as if another, sneaking under no volition.
I wonder if you are who you are,
do you see another?
Swinging monkeys prancing by the car, mental sonars flinging far.
How does sense make sense in a nonsensical galaxy?
Random dog walks and random sniffs.
Cat scratches on a random skiff, a mind
turned on its bed head.
Where the hell have they been?
Those wild suspicions, perfect monkeys,
eating plantains for brunch,
dancing trepidatiously on a hunch?
Who the hell are we?
Random masses of disposable jelly…
Making someone jelly with a second glance, or a dance?
Or, are we an illumination?
A flickering glow light ready to jump!
Ready to fly like a campfire spark.
A serendipitous wind stream flying by to rest.