the ages of man compressed into a

single sheet of paper are the voice

of the world

and the ages of plants compressed

into fossil fuels are the weight of

the world

the systematic enterprise to build

and organise knowledge into

rational and falsifiable predictions

is the world’s heartbeat

and the designation of behaviour

and practice to please higher being

is the world’s scream

the world is a near-perfect sphere

with a tilted axis rotating round

three dots: a blue planet then its

grey satellite and its young yellow

star

the world is a vision that wishes to

expand beyond its blue planet its

grey satellite and its young yellow

star

the world is heavier than the sum

of its parts for consciousness hope

and will are not easily quantifiable

the world is configured as the

spatial and temporal iterator of life

and the translation of complex

organisms towards a non-yet-given

state

tell me the fragments of this story

tell me those coordinates tell me

the temperature and the distance

between memory and reality say

what comes before or after the eye

what lurks within or outside the eye 

(From Fervor Modernus)