Long, long ago
in the dense
warm
rainforest
where our ancestors
swung from treetops
in the canopy,
someone fell -
a slipped grip,
a jammed finger
or caught tail -
down, down
down
they must have caught hold
of a branch
or a vine,
or the hand
of another
of their species,
a friend in a time of need
because two hundred thousand
years later
and all seven billion
of us
have had that dream -
falling, falling
only...
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