Verse

It sorta kinda happened
The universe and time
Exploding out of nowhere
And everything was fine.

A greenish bluish rock
Sped through space one day
Some creatures started wriggling
And I guess it went ok.

One creature asked another
To work together if they could
Making sticks and stones and barbeque
And things were kinda good.

They told a lot of stories
They learned how to create
Words and wheels and ice cream
And stuff was mostly great.

Of course there were some hiccups
They stumbled and they fell
Then tried a little harder
And it all went rather well

A million billion days went by
The sun, it ceased to shine
But the creatures kept on living
And everything was fine.

What
Not Me
I see
You

Different stuff
And things
The change it brings
To the fore

Heretofore
In burgeoning void
Indecisive dust
Convergent enough

Protean in an antiquation
Fitful forms in fit formation
Dying off in greater number
Pray resist a fateful blunder

Through many foul winters and eves of epochs
We lost ourselves, beholden to no one
A voice was carried adrift on the breeze
But only the children could hear it

Joined in a chorus conveniently transcending both time and space
What began as a ripple creeping over the sea, became something more, resembling a face.

Storied consequences of prolific and cumulative combination
Propagate egregious notions, though some due consideration

In the wake of firmament, gracious goodness thought inherent
Persistent streams interdependent, not derived from noble parent.

Forge the means of circumstantial judgement
cast in irons, our fates incumbent.

Incredulously interdependent
we now decide what means we merit

So rest upon this steep embankment which rises precipitously and doubles back curled like a wave leaning forward over the ocean. Far reaching and short sighted, curled up and staring down impending crash, held at bay through forward momentum, swirling current and deep emotion.

A molten residence perched above, filled with fire for those we love. As searing smoke obstructs the scene, breath in, deeply, deeper still. Clear the haze with strength of will. Burned by madness ever growing and wretched burden of never knowing.

For this is ultimately our endeavor. To manage more. A polylemma.
To weave a monstrous tapestry. From threads as multitude as we.

And with the first and final breath.
Tie together life and death.

The second thought varies from the first
Change is born; the observers curse

Boundless innovation flies
Across the stars and through the skies

An open mind, A flood of light
A flight of fancy, through endless night

But in the grasp of gravitation caught
Creation springs from second thoughts

The wave goes deeper, the light grows dim
It all continues from within

There is no void in endless space
Infinity in every single place

With thoughts in thoughts and space in time
To call it god, would misdefine

A universe, itself immersed
We live and die within a first

Seasons change
With diverse irregularity
Global north claims brief respite
As temperance turns temperamental
Stealing rain and bringing thunder
Inequity transcends the weather
Where drops form floods that drown the street
Suffocation in persistent heat
Sunsets on a rolling sea
Hot air rises and so do we
Piece by piece to pierce the clouds
And share the air of common space
See ourselves within each face
What has is and will have been
A Summer that never was
In truth an endless fall
A Winter search for warmth
And whispers from which comes the thaw
Steel cracks the earth and the ground shakes
Fire melts the mountains and the waters rise
Blood meets the soil and the flowers bloom
Fists pump the air and the wind changes
The patterns shift
The seasons blur
And Spring arrives everywhere at once