fishing for the soul

--> "well done,  for a recent bipedal’, I said, reading the staccato lines of  my palms;  smells of chlorophyll and tree mites My tail bone, jerks;      And, grows tickling the face of the Moon: Rocket science a modern morphing of my lost probing tail.    I haven’t shed my untamed  tail, a rudder, journeying into the silent soul of the universe.  I shoot from my hip  into  space; the  seminal glory of mankind bursts into the unknown yonder: Rocks and rocks.. my wild tail! Human fancies leap from tree to tree and then leaps forward into the heavens.  I sit over the universe, thinking. My hands of destiny are lined with arboreal ancestry... A planet inhabited on the right flank of the  multiverse; And  death wiped from human memory,  the possibilities I hope for... My wild tail has turned into the fiery fire of automation. Like that of Hanuman's, the monkey god. `A great leap for mankind’  From