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 automat...

Sprinkle me like you pepper the omelette over the vast hills.. Need imaginary wings to fly over the green grandiose magic... Tiger roars, and pug marks  for company, A  fine drizzle  wets and  wafts over  the  face  somnambulant  Slush happily squeaks  underneath  the pair of sneakers   The earth breathes  its soul in the   wilderness whole... And the birds mimic the unknown  piano keys   Tongue pops out to slurp in the sulfur taste of the raindrops that slip in Rocky mossy globs a browsing elephant calf? Winding footpaths unravel lush pubic hairs unseen in a country maiden Pausing on a cliff,  a distant roar wafts in,  the unseen liquid diver, a waterfall in all its lyrical strength. Must have seen God..? Yes, this must be  akin to ... Bharath Umapathy