I am a
mortal thinking ape,
I can play
memories like a tape,
Or a file,
or disc, on a machine,
That I can
view on an internal screen;
But when I do,
There is no
re-run
Where I can
change what I have done,
To what I
should have done instead
Or erase
What I shouldn’t
have said.
Unlike my
cousin, the chimpanzee
Who can hoot
and swing
Through trees,
I’m bipedal
and when I look behind,
With my eyes
or in my mind,
I see my
track
And I went
where I went,
And I cannot
take it back.
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