Sun's red eye opens and the mountains walk in verdant circles, embodied by a breathing world
in which stones, too, are sentient. A river that flowed a few days ago, has drained into the earth.
A sign emerged: Swim At Your Own Risk.  Only my primordial genes remembered how to swim.

Morning mist swims over the path
of a species who began more
than 50,000 years ago to draw on
bark, hides, bone, walls, rocks;
papyrus, paper, digital screens;
in signs, symbols, cuniform,
alphabets, machine language...
the same culpable words.