The Bulk
NASA says the moon is about to wobble
...and a flood of wild theories about the universe
comes over me, after all,
the ‘bulk’ is floating inside the braneworld.
high tide, low tide,
higher pull, nothing new under the sun.
...and reality may not be singular at all,
but inherently plural.
our horizons broadened in this pluriversal perspective
have us questioning human limits. the body scrambles at
108.14 Fahrenheit, 42.3 Celsius.
pictures of exposed lakebeds beg water protection,
drought restrictions and the emergence of heat and humidity
too severe for human tolerance have weathermen
noting WetBulb globe temperatures.
oh San Gabreil,
what matters most is how you walk through the fire
...and good shepherds do not shout at sinners.
have no fear reading this, tonight while you sleep
your brain will sort your memories. among thousands
of pieces of information, the brain will retain the useful ones.
...and triumph of civilization, more of a bizarrely self-defeating
anomaly. a world that has inflicted more catastrophic damage
on planetary life than any other in just a few centuries.
sure unnatural can be natural
...after all the ‘fittest’ in the survival of the fittest
can be the most loving and selfless and other myths of evolution
broken in fecundity has me wondering
could humans ever act as a superorganism?
