Genesis and Exodus

 

Bright light,

even the whitest,

star-blue

shades of Milky Way

explosion.

 

Black,

like a hole devours

light and energy.

 

Trapped

on the cooling crust

of a ball

of molten iron.

  

Spit magma

and slag

back up at the sky.

Cursed where mountains rise

and abandoned

in valleys,

created by the impacts

of cast of body parts

 of other,

failed Earths.

 

Constellations.

Pareidolia?

Or lost languages,

taught by visitors

from other places?

 

Long forgotten

bridges

of pure luminescence.

Photons

transiting the absence

of deep space,

only to land

in the eye

of some hairless monkey,

thousands of light years away.

 

Was it stress,

or strain upon the species?

Was it divine chemicals,

or specific genetic selection,

or the outcome of an experiment?

 

Disregard the hand of God.

Extricate the miraculous

from the miracle worker

at all costs.

 

So

now,

the eye,

the brain,

the mouth,

the hands

of some mutant strain

of backwater DNA

begins to look down

at the projectile

it calls home

and wonders

if the stuff down here,

is the same

as the stuff up there.

 

Eyes to the sky

and a mind

unrecognizable.

Strip mine,

refine

and start to climb,

slowly,

but surely

back into the sky,

riding a beam

of pure starlight.

 

Wish cast

and a whole species

called to the draft.

We go.

We stay.

we were always part

of something

inextricable

from the story of the universe.

 

Genesis

and

Exodus.

 

 

HG – 2021

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