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,
revealed just another cell,
another slice of a planet in a district on a continent.
further still, waited the slapdash solar system,
and beyond that
a who-knows-whatness of dark matter and cosmos.
and the humans,
they served as morsels
for the Gargantua that was this crazy comparmentalized game.
it all interconnected, somehow, if only in a poet's head,
this pandemonium of inputs and outputs
vomited from a broken moebius brain,
spokes within spokes of wheels within wheels
of fractious dendrite-choirs.
the poet
decided that this lonely universe
had taken far too long to craft its most absurd beings,
the ones that it could force to ponder
how vicious and magnificent
it really was.
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