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Psyche & Cipher (Matter & Demeanor)
Where are the extremes
of man?
Where in the combinations of souls
our manifold attributes
do we find measure
of our limits?
Trying to predict accurately
our ultimate boundaries
is an act transcendent of art
Approaching complete knowledge
one-self as a species of one.
Intricate tug and pull
the behaviors and relationships
behaviors between individuals
this complex planet
growling with it's tools
technology petri medium.
Our excesses and extremes
considered at times
movable markers
associate with statistical records
saying as much for our species' vitality
as a cooperative
as our orbiting ideals
our spacemile count clockwork
says for prowesses of inquisitiveness
thirst for new experience.
We've learned
as many ways
to destroy
as to live
Our calling card,
stamped in triumph
polio vaccine
x-rays
the bomb
parlimentary law
& social welfare
Apollo XIII's miracle
sustaining our hungry mouths
Pi.
Commonality against
common morbidity:
they become necessary
in our minds
we allowed these ideas
to occur
A need for an idea
a hunger in the
absence of light
The inmpossible
becomes possible
and what is done
or created
as a species we cross
a threshing, harvesting,
another broken barrier.
It seems
with a little luck
and enough creative thinking
we could solve every problem.
Unfortunately we are the problem
that faces the Earth;
we have created
a garden of evils
for our children
to dwell in.
Literally, keeping the planet running,
with all seven billion humans
draining her essences
is bankrupting her
unbalancing the books
until a shift into
a mode of healing
fire or ice
burning the chaff
reaching equilibrium
free of soot and guilt,
chloroflourocarbons
and us.
It's a pity we're going to have to ruin Mars;
inversion layers
in the deep canyons
a domed swimming pool
atop Mount Olympus
and people, ignorant
to stray Pepsi cans
by the side
of the road to eternity.
Human being human,
distinguished as being
the only
creature in the universe
known to instigate barroom brawls
unable to stop ourselves
some hideous creature
taps our shoulder
to ask local time
accidentally trips our spouse
with a silky slimy psuedopodal tongue
accidentally knocks our drink over
we'll blast
him back to Venus,
yes-siree!
27,925 Anno Domini
half the suns of the galaxy
habitated by our orphans
half the suns missing
or supernovaed
due to human error
just
another human's
discarded bad idea.
In the end of time itself
we'll take our own measure
as a species:
doubtless, some human
will forget
to, before being
the last
to leave,
turn out the light.
