Some night viper’s chewing on his plum whisker,
rummaging in his candy satchel,
the pants are enormous:
swift thwump of redumption.
New biosphere: this one teaming with green life.
We merched to the bank of extinction
where jammed, a new mammoth (mastodon)
rose to the tusk of DNA planter.
As I sort through my lust, mental clutter at dusk
it occurs you were right all along.
Meanwhile, I was left at expense to tap desk
with a pen whose blue ink had been drawn.