Cave Men

still at the cave of existence we plod on with our breaths our intelligence we call the cavemen names the peking man, the perak man what would the world label us say in the same number of years between us and the peking man? man in the cave of universe hogging on to a physique they could not even get to really own? disceptions at every end of the hair burning the fire of disappointments? what would you call them? Us? the Trapped men, may be? trapped in the cave of their own existence - this physique that can be refashioned to carry nothing but us i fancy living without the bothersome constituent and time has the technology to help us make the switch fancy us greeting each other turning round and round in space as we transfer our nature into the sun, moon, earth and everything that springs from it spiralling men