dancing monkeys

i read this morning how W.S. Burroughs once remarked to a student at Naropa that "[he couldn't] see what the government would want with a bunch of international homos sitting around hatching cancers of the prostate." i think he had an excellent point, but that's besides the point.

the point is that i had a vision last night before i went to sleep. i reached a stopping point in my book and closed my eyes for a moment. i was overcome by a vision of giant monkeys.
it was beautiful.

i watched as these behemoth Old World monkeys danced their timeless dance on the top of the world, playing in snow-capped mountain tops until -

i started named things, and the monkeys became Hanuman, and the icy peaks became Kailash, and my beautiful vision came collapsing back into this flat reality my mind was able to comprehend.