We travel on the lip of many dimensions

my soul!

Inbetween worlds, teetering on brinks;

all the time, anywhere

we could trip up on our doorsteps or folly

choke to death on ego or orange slices.

What kind of faith is it, or fear

that renders every breath and step

a perilous, unseen edge, possible end?

Whilst, with our fancy minds (non-material, remember)

we reckon we can indefinitely postpone, dispose of, veto, fix or disenfranchise

all that may hurt and disoblige, destroy.

 

So, we walk, e’en prance

trumpeting with quasi-confidence

high-stepping through the wreckage,

the filth, ugliness and detritus

of our inventions, stupidity and greed,

ignoring Damocles’ overhanging doom,

choosing to relegate it and it’s ilk

to realms of unscientific fantasy,

terrorist conspiracy, fake denial.

The hubris of mammon, consumer-man

and fear of the abyss consumes the day.

 

Knowing our mortal place with gratitude

so precious and meaningful;

is not considered a virtue or worthy goal.

 

Between this and That

this creature blunders unwitting

despite wittingly believing,

due to small insights, a few techniques

besides self-survival priorities and skills,

it somehow can, has the right and does

own, designate, employ and control

it’s entire environment and lifespan:

their quality, well-being and freehold,

regardless of long-term perspectives, probabilities and vast unknowns

- not to mention man-made diseases

 or situations.

 

 Having no clue

what Absolute Nothing implies.

 

We play mud-pies with stuff.

God’s overweening infant entrepreneurs

experimenting, daring, venturing;

but forgetting we could never, ever

create even one nano-quark

out of the sacred Vacuum

any more than we could extinguish a jot.