What if we were really created
with free will and moral choice
simply to see how far we could
sink ourselves into the depths
of the most disgusting sins,
the most heinous behavior,
the greatest hatred toward our
compaions---both known and unknown;
unable to keep our dirty and dirtying
hands off the neighbor's spouse, children,
properties, reputation, rights and privileges;
unable to keep our eager and unreplenishing
hands off the scarce resources this planet
once provided, gladly, for our borrowing.
What if only one person needs realize this
to trigger the great Disconsistance,
the loosening of every atom from its bonds;
you remember, it was proposed in that paper
that Doctor Kleevie Reykjavic
read here on campus just before they
bestowed the prize so dear to his heart.
What if this Disconsistance is, in
the unrefined tongue's parlance, "closing up shop?"
What if this Disconsistance has been
waiting for us to reach the absolute bottoming out?
That low, rhythmic rumble, that sinister, dancing glow
on the edge of all our horizons,
and stars already mssing from this random night's sky . . .
Starward