Monkey tale

The TV tale went long and long
And was winding around a tree.
It was a loved child monkey god
Killing tree demon’s green envy.

A mind is a monkey on the tree
Jumping from wood tree to tree
As a shifting meaning of words,
A syntax making new meanings.

Mind has a tail of a short span
It’s tales ever changing words.
Together they make a meaning.
Our poetry is in their aggregate .

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