Looking Back
the light
would’ve been dark in another place,
so many puny photons milling on the walls,
pawns bumping pawns,
a weightless glue of grey upon grey.
to zoom out, lens-style,
reveals just another cell,
another slice of planet in a district on a continent.
further still, waits the slapdash solar system,
and beyond that
a who-knows-whatness of dark matter and cosmos.
and the humans,
they serve as morsels
for the Gargantua that is this crazy comparmentalized game.
it all interconnects, somehow, if only in a poet's head,
this pandemonium of inputs and outputs
vomited from my broken moebius brain,
spokes within spokes of wheels within wheels
of fractious dendrite-choirs.
the poet, this i, this me,
i i i i
i
have decided that this lonely universe
has taken far too long to craft its most absurd beings,
the ones which it should force to ponder
how vicious and magnificent
it really is,
and show them
the way out.
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