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
