Fembe pro-form

Her mind-body scramblesWith primate-like skillAn orangutang of sortsSeeking higher canopies Yet always a swing aheadOf humankind’s centre bulgeIneluctably its vanguardDecoherencing the here-now She scales to new positionsCorrespondingly unpopulatedBy souls otherwise contentPlacing first her self there It’s not out of love for solitudeJust due to her normalcyShe sees unclaimed hour-landsAnd stakes her dominant claim