They started off
As nothing more
Than interstellar dust
And then they pulled together
And shone bright in the void
Then they burst
Into a fiery nebula
Of multielemental radiation and dust
And over and over again
They were made and unmade
Beautiful galaxies shining endlessly
In that silent vacuum
And they formed solarities
And became little blobs of magma and gas
And they spun around
Crashing and breaking
Merging and making
Until one day they cooled
And all was calm over the muddy, uniform
Three foot deep sulfuric waves
And one day
They became a red film
But this time
Instead of being made or unmade
They made and unmade themselves
And as they made themselves again
They missed a thread in the genes
And they changed
And over and over
They made these mistakes
But each error they learned from
Each wrong step made them stronger
Each bad guess made them smarter
Each wrong look made them more beautiful
And so they grew
From a film to a blob
From green string to trunks
From swimming rays to Jurassic terrors
From frightened mice
To graceful, awkward, weird-looking, insane, and genius apes
And the time between changes
Kept getting shorter
First coordinated sounds
Then scratched in clay
Then limestone mountains
And one day
They looked around
And realized they had the planet
And as the billenia of the galaxies
Lapsed into the millions of life
Lapsed into the millennia of the young apes
Lapsed into the centuries of the modern species
Will lapse even further
And they looked all around
And they saw this change
And they imagine
And discover
And create
And live
And one day
They will make for themselves
A pair of metal wings
And a tail of pure energy
And they will fly up
And dance amongst the stars
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
They started off
As nothing more
Than interstellar dust
And then they pulled together
And shone bright in the void
Then they burst
Into a fiery nebula
Of multielemental radiation and dust
And over and over again
They were made and unmade
Beautiful galaxies shining endlessly
In that silent vacuum
And they formed solarities
And became little blobs of magma and gas
And they spun around
Crashing and breaking
Merging and making
Until one day they cooled
And all was calm over the muddy, uniform
Three foot deep sulfuric waves
And one day
They became a red film
But this time
Instead of being made or unmade
They made and unmade themselves
And as they made themselves again
They missed a thread in the genes
And they changed
And over and over
They made these mistakes
But each error they learned from
Each wrong step made them stronger
Each bad guess made them smarter
Each wrong look made them more beautiful
And so they grew
From a film to a blob
From green string to trunks
From swimming rays to Jurassic terrors
From frightened mice
To graceful, awkward, weird-looking, insane, and genius apes
And the time between changes
Kept getting shorter
First coordinated sounds
Then scratched in clay
Then limestone mountains
And one day
They looked around
And realized they had the planet
And as the billenia of the galaxies
Lapsed into the millions of life
Lapsed into the millennia of the young apes
Lapsed into the centuries of the modern species
Will lapse even further
And they looked all around
And they saw this change
And they imagine
And discover
And create
And live
And one day
They will make for themselves
A pair of metal wings
And a tail of pure energy
And they will fly up
And dance amongst the stars
A lyrical history of existence.
