Then they transformed the air/earth interface
Into a facsimile of the inside of their heads,
Which had been landscaped over evolutionary time, perforce,
By the shape and sharp of the world outside. So far, so good.

The world as it stands is a sort of second iteration
Of the monkey-mind, itself an impression of the surface
Of first earth. Of course, there has been some obliteration
Of detail. Clarity suffers. Nerve’s

Sufficiently unstonelike, one does
Wonder how rock’s (having sublimated through
The ideational condition) plausibly thawed
Back into something one could actually throw
Through the flickering, tinted, or night-lit windows
Of city planners who think these third-hand thoughts.