Put a snake at a type writer
You’ll eventually read something
that stings

Put a horse at a type writer
You wait and see from
canter and gallops winnings appear

Put a monkey at a type writer
You suddenly have to justify
Shakespeare

Put yourself at a type writer
you become a silence monkey-horse
slithering well-formed minotaurs

among words with sweat, flow
as pearls for noses toil
against the forest’s floor

—animasuri’24