Read of machines
intellectual as grasshoppers
Signing apes
inventing curses
Teaching ancient whales
New tricks
And what of the chemistry
in a handful of aeons
that grows cortexes from
Furrow to fruit;
made a wild beast mean,
A strange madness meaningful?
Consciousness by Degree
(difference not departure)
Remember the vicious history
of smiles
The passive gesture of palmed claws
We are poets of an atomic age
With nothing but our ignorance
To sustain a prideful shuffle
From one big bookend to another.
Stumbling is our poetry
Don’t mention, Your hand raised high,
Love
That part of the
chaos of sub-atomic particles
We make unique only in
The way we twist it
Inflicted like a weapon
upon an indifferent cosmos.
Personification of nature is (not) a lie
Just a fraction of an
Impossible truth
too terrible to tell
too beautiful to know.
Still we must sense it
By Degree
Or lose it as we are lost.
Send your prayers by punch card
(damned if you expect R.S.V.P. by
Many-legged Messenger
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