What if we learned our lessons backward
instead of ignoring what lies ahead,
would we start at the end and dig ourselves out
from there
or is Here too near to Now to know?
What if we learned language primary by poetry,
as in, taught this way,
if we made an educated guess
we would we think more
if we understood less.
And what about what the ocean says, its native
cetaceans, their migrations…adaptations.
We would find a place
in their tragic tales, perchance
see ourselves in the eyes on fish tails,
mermaids and white whales.
Yes, hard to translate
some things don't
clearly.
Well,
what if we listened harder to things that seem
indistinct,
do you think we could hear the earth exhale
say deep in sleep, could we focus then
on the multiverse-
But here we are fracking up.
Waiting for a guide out of some terrestrial curse.
Would it be worse
to know we were too little to hold on?
We have cumulatively uncovered
more historically,
we have yet to discover
meaning,
we barely understood
what all of this implied-
No
Time to speculate
about Grand New Beginnings
By starting at the infinite Endings...
After all, how could History be
far too long ago and have not nearly enough
relevance or reverence for Us
by glaring reflection,
with Us reminiscing about the great old days
adding and adorning, making the old new.
We like changing the story as we go,
we can know just enough
to make it up
to you.
True-
with no good place to start
chaos will return,
before it was missed.
Our Resilience is rote,
Granted,
we have witnessed starting over
and elliptical orbits
again and again.
And I insist, as the diluted optimist,
we are still learning
on a curve,
spilling as we spin.
Shall we take it from the top?
