natural selection/monkeys with typewriters edition

Implied in the bones of trees collected in water underground in the soil in the latent sky in the still holding together of nature despite our every abuse to its liver Implied in the rolling bending sixths of Misterioso in the chills one gets watching someone nail it on dumbass American Idol maybe even in indie rock or the avant garde Implied in evolution in the profusion and elegance of species in physics in the ineffable multiplicity of the universe Implied in babies, kids, in the light that lights the dying eyes of elders, the love and care people show each other when push meets shove So if all of this is (infinite) monkeys with (infinite) typewriters all the more it’s worth wonder and admiration scratching one’s head/hanging onto one’s hat Worth reverence and attempts at grace and honoring the singularity of the now its unbreakable tie to past sacrifice and future possibility the sheer stupid luck of existence by any reckoning Written on the cusp of spring, from a fucking Greyhound bus