Swirling twirling around and around
Dervish or devilish the thoughts abound
Full of wonder and Prone to blunder
he stumbles into the bright night
Scheming, dreaming and screaming
and gurgling with fright and delight.
The lonely monkey stands smiling and crying
A little afraid of not living and afraid not dying
"Won’t some one groom me"
the lonely monkey cries out to the Great Whatever
with and ancient tongue he does not understand.
This is the first prayer of the lonely monkey
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