I am gibbon
spidered and sprung
frenetic and young
instinct shows me
every path through
the treetops
I vocalise
it is joy it is joy
it is freedom and joy
but my whoops
find no echoes
and so dim
But I am gibbon
Don’t say don’t look down
I have no use for ground
I wish to swing
forward swinging
forever
My sharp throat
crackles dry crackles dry
parched soul wrung out dry
exhausted
remorseful
when will I fall
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