Tuesday, June 26, 2018

The Idea of People

Moving a million miles per hour doesn't seem strange
Fluid traveling three miles an hour makes you smile more astounding
Been around longer than most
No one has an idea of people

What it is we are doing at a million miles an hour
How we stand and walk and stay mostly together
Pieces of everything is pieces of us
We search for boundaries where there are none

You have more bacterial cells you carry than human
This is what makes people possible moving a million miles per hour
Three hundred miles an hour your smile becomes important to me
I recognize some people more than others deeper in the file

That there is a reason there is no doubt
Outside and inside like parallel universes of almost no relation
We have limited means to express the unlimited inside of us
We start with our own idea of people

You are a flora
Of a particular region,  habitat, and geological period
Given enough time would there have been one type of dinosaur?
There is one type of us

What we see as natural is the least natural thing about us
Why would there be more galaxies than we can count
Because there are more universes than we can count

They're made of the same things
They would recognize each other
Moving a million miles per hour doesn't seem strange
A system designed only for short term gain astounding

The story of people makes sense one way
That there are more people
The dinosaurs not making any new records
That they had enough time to think of planetary defense
They would have

We know better than we do anthropocene
They did as good as they knew mesozoic

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

The Morden World

So many people no one
Things didn't seem done
In the seventies we all knew we were going somewhere
Realizing leaded gas was a bad idea seems obvious
Seemed fine

We've come a long way
Things can seem done today
Great faiths agree on little
The dark heart of man a natural selection
We've won

We're super predators
Just need a question answered not searched
AlGore-rhythm unbreakable
Unsustainable super predators are only us
We make it sound like a category

Predation brought us here
We share a common ancestor with everything alive
In together we can go out now
When they meet jaguar and lion they see they belong
All those like us are gone I hear their tears in my genome

Too many people around here think we are special
That God will save us
That technology will save us
That they can not be one

We have a culture in the modern world
We believe things we can not know
Too many talk of eternal life and are sad at funerals
Too many still prey upon others

What if the world just needed you
A multiple variable problem
Seven point six billion now
The future is about small things
Jesus comes tomorrow great today we plan for the seventh generation

We have not even started
Taken as many steps back as forward
They said history was over
A new York attitude
They were wrong

They say we are postmodern a long time ago
Dark ages were brighter than some
A new arrangement of words needed to mean even less
Great battles will be fought with pen
We spill too much blood but even more ink

That started one time one place
We have this culture
Nothing comes after today
Tomorrow never arrives
It is modern and always will be for we have no good excuses left