jambavan's theory-memory of creation

inner earth’s churning / molt

the tethys is the warm ocean’d uterus, every beach was hot
then, the arabian plate’s shift to lift up the zagros, a foreskin of forests swirl the world
warm water’ salty parturitions, the mediterranean, but the eastern ocean stays cold cold

wide gashes form the rift to malawi, rain shadows force the rift valley, making days parched & un-misty/

seasons are born and make fig trees, the hot rains everyday’s afternoon are of the past (none to remember or regret or miss)

lava drenchings. single storeyed trees, each separate & wonderful. not fixing anymore their green forearms on kin. On these tiny ancient horses ran, & myriad rhino & giraffe-(what could be more wondrous floating- as- in- a- dream a giraffe and antelope hoof holdingly contentedly climbing the stairways to the upper forests as the old friends they were )

but always so much death, so many unworkable borted mutants, so many ancestors gone unliving so that some survive, deft,
cunning. with thick enamel on their molar cracking rind- (& did they see their orangutan cousins' crumpled red gorgeousness sail as ocean's scum all the away to indonesia-?)

all the bones of the ancestors of us so many billion not enough to fill a shoe

somewhere exactly sometime, an ape jumped off the tree and foraged thistle. and
mutatis mundis suddenly
came away all human’ed up-