By Kristopher Hite
Motion amongst molecules pushes us,
perpetuates the people of the planet
Generation through generation we generate.
The sun with its rays ripping through the vacuum
clashing with our atmosphere
and deep inside some clandestine chloroplasts the conception of energy transforming to matter
speckled this sphere with -
and green grabbed the ground
greedily grasped Gondwana
groped for more -
Terrestrial torrents took over.
tying their tenuous tendrils
finally intertwining to tame the topography for -
Cacophonous was the Cambrian crescendo.
Archaic arthropods armed with ambition
their enormous exskeletons enriched with chitin
careening, crashing for
And now with a nascent nation notoriously needing -
And after the storms and the swarms take form
what will we be left wanting?
With the world's water wasted
will they wonder what wetness was?
Hope - here and now - is housed high in the heavens
if eventually Energy emerges
and equality exists in every extreme on earth
what then will the billions of brains be bound by?