We found neurons in the soil
while mining yesterday.
Dendrites broad as city streets,
and axons like superhighways.
There were ribosomes like raccoons
equipped with claws to clip, construct
cities in a stunning cytoskeleton:
the Bones of the Earth.
What, we wondered, does our planet think?
Does that mean we aren't the best anymore?
Is our planet a component of a greater ecosystem?
Is our planet a person of a species?
Thinkers think to survive.
Why does our marbled orb muse?
Are there galactic predators?
We scramble civilizations to prepare in fear.
Or is there rather interstellar prey?
We ready our harpoons either way.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
We found neurons in the soil
while mining yesterday.
Dendrites broad as city streets,
and axons like superhighways.
There were ribosomes like raccoons
equipped with claws to clip, construct
cities in a stunning cytoskeleton:
the Bones of the Earth.
What, we wondered, does our planet think?
Does that mean we aren't the best anymore?
Is our planet a component of a greater ecosystem?
Is our planet a person of a species?
Thinkers think to survive.
Why does our marbled orb muse?
Are there galactic predators?
We scramble civilizations to prepare in fear.
Or is there rather interstellar prey?
We ready our harpoons either way.
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