Tags
earth, Humanity, identity, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, Universe
NEAR
one upon a time
though
in a sense, a crazy
scientific
sense
there is no time
before
“once”
got spoken
or written on a page
by pen long empty
fabulist
long gone
but burning rock in space
visualize that, and
how is it
for total tangent?
But that rock
began to think
convince itself it
was special
the chemistry of its being
suggesting a going places
no name
as yet for this
(smoothing itself out)
preposterous ball
priding itself
on setting in motion being
one in a million, perhaps
thousand billion
figured it would be nice
to have ocean,
above all, yes indeed!
eyes to see
followed by, God knows, perhaps
even consciousness
creatures thinking themselves
so smart
chips
off the old block
but
they would eventually leave
(ball believes
that story told, that moment
now near)