Nighttime

Did a big brain       raise us
          into mountains
to range
          over the valley,
to see
          the approach     before
whoever it was     knew
          they would walk
a path
          between dusk & dawn
half-awake?
          An eye squinted,
& sex as idea
                     made the lids dance.
Now, the brain
          pauses     on the edge
of ascension       or surrender, one
          sleepy hand
pointing at a totem,
              & the other weighing
a stick
          or jagged stone.

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