Aquatic Ape Hypothesis

I sense the light above me fleeting,
and in my vision’s only corner,
desperate eggs escape my mouth.

Into blackness, ice feels warmer-
balls of cotton swarm to greet,
torpedos bounce off my skin-

King Kong grips me in his hand,
and just before I shatter,
I close my eyes and breathe him in.

I mount the empire in descent;
I’m an alien in the graveyard,
or I’m a god.


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