Language is a sorcerer whose gown
With capacious sleeves holds far more
Than pigeons, rabbits, and shuffled decks of cards.
There, nests in some discomfort, our universe,
Replete with tumbling suns, herds of planetary families
Obedient to our manufactured gods arraigned in mathematics
That clown to comedies of quantum surprise and mysteries.
The farce of parse are where the chase of noun and verb
Congeals realities into petrified generalities that crumble like old cheese
To please the current novelties of scientific and theologic fashion.
Life and death are postulates of opposition, whereas their partnership
Is the definitive cooperation to manufacture everything resiliently alive.
The industry of intellect is presumed to require the vast complexities
Inherent within the neuron blobs with jobs to capture pattern,
Involve tapestries of synaptic chatter amongst mass neuronic crowds.
Nevertheless, far simpler intent can be bent to shape seasons of reason
That imply that mere conflicts to live or die can just as easily reply.
Human analogical creativity contains proclivities to formulate entities,
A flow of fictions, bowing to addictions that prefer hormone intents
Rather than notions born of rationalities out of the probable.
These ghostly beasts range their heavens while we humans cower
At their infinities of power, which enable them to stumble moronically
Into symbolic magnificence through successive rampages in endless rage
When all their manipulations mimic the silly brutalities of their human originators.
These monsters, nowadays have, to large degree, vanished into history,
But nostalgic theologies persist to assist the actual human dinosaurs
To lever all of civilized humanity towards finalities of extinction.
The failures accumulate from misdirections, misconceptions, inabilities
To simply see this planet in its misery, a huge machine that requires
Inherent attention to its complexities of atmosphere and terrains
Beyond the brains where cosmic powers have now arisen into brutality.
Ecology can speak to those aware, to those that care to beware
Of gross violations of the basics to maintain necessities to sustain
A planet’s viability, social civilities, nourishment availabilities, and so on.
But life itself is merely one minor mode in planetary existence.
This minor solar system fully shows other ways are in majority.
Life, human, or other, is quite special, but has negligible priority.