Arboreal

Night arboreal apes.
Limbs. Dead limbs, knowledge - we are apes.
Isn't that obvious. Yes it is.

Play with instinct. Trust yours and see theirs.
They gave it away
A dream
A fantasy built from fragmented information
To see
To hear
To smell
Touch the surface. The skin.
Zero dimension
What does it all add up to?
A pretty little simulation run by
Software. Patched up.
The Tower of Babel
The Apple
It's overkill
A rampant virus
Sucking it dry
For the sake of a stupid make believe game.
Is there any other way?
Not really,
We are just a step.
The next step can be whatever we want it to be.
A string of fuzzy bits collapsing,
Made un-fuzzy