en arkhe kai o logos

[fledgist]

the echoes never cease in time

so we are stuck on the cliff face

losers without redeeming grace

  

those farts that in primordial slime

began old evolution's race

(the echoes never cease in time)

  

now seem to us divine sublime

but were just stinks in some dark place

far from the light or so we trace

the echoes never cease in time