(P) Men and creation

1/ Thread: You have balls between your legs that might make new men and women so you must listen. There is a great malady upon the land, the windmills no longer turn and they are still and their sails coil and atrophy like arthritic hands like a grandpa who cannot use a remote

2/ Not just the grandfather who is as a statue but the father is gone and the uncles are missing, the older brothers have blown away like clouds of weed they smoke, all the men have dissipated leaving the old men dissipated and alone.

3/ All these mighty hard dicks and throbbing testicles are nowhere now, these rude, sweating farm animals evidence of men only vapours and sweats as evidence after the fact. You are the new destiny of man. The man alone. This thing that was meant to have a father and brothers.

4/ You are alone at the centre of a maze built and authored by men yet unlike your forefathers you know not the way. You are lost in its hedges, you circle back on yourself, you look about for help because you know another man laid it.

5/ You are a thing in purgatory with no way forward for there is no way for men to go. You look to your female colleague and you try to take her way, adopt her route out, her form, but the route for her is a different shape, a different time.

6/ You busy yourself in preoccupations and circularities and happenstance and all the things that keep you a fish in your tank with clean water. You have been left alone. You have been left other than you should have been. You’ve been left flailing. You’ve been left alone

7/ But. You still have those balls between your legs. Man and woman. Woman and man. Maybe one will make a man, one will make a woman. Either way. You have the power of creation between your legs. And you are beautiful with or without it. With or without father who build the maze.

8/ You are beautiful thing this little man. This thing the natural order always put impossibility before. This avatar, vector, cypher for our hopes, this cunning ancestor who we will never meet to thank. All of us have man like you in our past. All of us owe ourselves to you.

9/ This man, the primal thing who climbed up trees and had supernatural hair upon his neck warn of danger while he cradled his family. We over evolved monkeys in a storm now like the storms before but without our fathers as we had before.

We weather all storms.