sucking your opposable thumb
until your tongue is novocaine numb
and you babytalk us through creation
until we come to the same realisation
that we never really travelled that far
that there was never ever a guiding star
and we are still under the light of a dying sun
that was there when civilisation begun
when the waterhole and its animal drinkers
first woke up and called themselves thinkers
in cosmic terms it was only last week
that we produced a quite remarkable greek
and the renaissance was a casual wink
ask the higher consciousnesses what they think
we are children sat at the table
who think our game make the universe stable
but we just used our book to steady a wonky leg
we're trapped inside tapping at the shell of the egg

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