Sunday, January 21, 2018

Twice Upon A Pox




Once along a continuum multiply encased in such a wild variety of faschia as to leave us speechless and reeling, we gazed together at the stars in wonderment as to what they are or could possibly be or represent.

Their sprawled out twinkling in unison ushers in a hushed sense of grandeur that if we take extra care to tune into, we can actually feel their subsonic song displacing our molecules with a vibration so faint it goes unnoticed throughout the majority of our lives.

Every fluctuating pinpoint of light in the nighttime sky, revealed each time our planet has spun the face we happen to dwell upon away from our Sun, remains the lingering ghost of a far ago lost colony of an exotic ecology long gone to compost and ash. 


The first life forms to appear on any planet in the universe are fungal ancestors, ancient pillars probing skyward. These living, organic obelisks are the seedpods of creation. 

From the first fruiting mycelium these colonnades tower,  preliminary architectures which, eons later, will come to support life as we know it here on Earth.

Such may be the case on all galaxies and solar systems across the entire universe. 


We are thrashing, grinding machines, wending our way forward along with an array of fellow minions and companions divided in heraldry, birthplace, and bloodline.

We're here to accumulate dirt and grime. That's what we've been doing, all this time. Come to face it, we're floating in a cellular ocean in the wild subject to open attack on a microscopic scale.  It's a good thing our dna seems to be encoded to adapt in order to survive and perpetuate its genetic lineage. If anyone's reading this, we've all made it this far.

Through the inheritance of genetics and our own enhancements while navigating the course of our lives here, we're sure to envision another bend up ahead that will accelerate into another stretch of rapids.

When safe zones have vanished and there's nothing left to harvest, we'll be rendered into tools no longer put to use, just another clan of nomads set adrift.

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