Bipedal slur

It had
Become more difficult
When the stumbling
Began in earnest
Like a purposeful Gait
Some tick
Of primal atavism
Seeking reduction
To become

The mind
Curious and open
To its carriages Fresh mechanics
Spectated a dazzling new world
Where the masses
Concrete on their planes
And horizons
Rebelled
In uncertainty
Capricious and twisting
Like that other world
Where gravity meets to compromise
And orientation has been nurtured
With the grace of currents and tides