We live in an expanding universe.
Worshipers of the red shift of distant lights,
Dreaming that someday the Species will contrive
The Engine Carnot - eliminate labor,
No longer pay Peter's Pence in the heat
Lost through Human Transaction.
What we do not understand we fear.
What we fear we hate.
What we hate we attempt to dispossess from our lives.
Galaxian impact on our everyday life is nil.
Sartre's tree-bark is worse than star-bite.
The essence of man is to act,
The brilliance of man is to know,
The triumph of man is to choose;
Thus shall we become mortal gods.
Still, the nebulous state of affairs given us
By Hubble and Albert creep into consciousness
Nauseating us with its scope of emptiness -
Astronomically bright and just as vague,
Like trying to focus on the Seven Sisters at zenith
And Seeing each from the other only as you shift away.
A generation ago I proclaimed we live
In a post-tech-No-Logical society,
Yet I made the choice to ken this life
With the brain God gave me.
Far be it from me to hide my head under the stars:
The Heat I give is equal to the Heat I make.
