BIOLOGY

It wasn’t just a few heroes
who saw this little corner
of this little galaxy
as more than chemistry and physics.
All that wonderful, maiden maths.
For out of that grew add-on living stuff.
And out of that, emerged
not just the need to survive
but will.
The curiosity thing.

Vector-space dances
in a wild-state duo with Deep-Time
Weaving in and through matter
With its electron-ribbons of gravity;
Hitching the macro to micro
Shaping how structure and luminosity
meld with momentum.

Edges,
Schwarzschild radii, speeds of light
Skins, interfaces, orbital boundaries
provide wherewithal
for the emergence of biospheres
(and the “moving parts” therein).
For quantum leaps, new chapters;
Upgrades in God’s evolving Game:
The manifest this
from That, Transcendent.

Biology!
A squidgy, proto mess
from ground-down rock and star-dust
in random, mud-pie play
with hydrogen and carbon wizardry
subjected to dimensional hiccoughs.
Then out stalked the creaturely idea
of a self-propelled, sustaining, replicating mammal.
made in the Image of…?

Like a mutating virus
exploring options.
A cosmic smithy
bashing the Status Quo
with the enormity of visionary affront.

The new kid on the block, Biology showing little respect
for order, purity or pattern
tossing the periodic tables about
with a creative chefs experimental glee
in diversity - and scorn for protocol.

Out of this primordial morass
crept and slithered foetal Life herself.
Armed with various senses, lenses
and clumps of neurons here and there,
she raised herself up
and, with a birthing of desire
espied a Direction.
And so they spread and multiplied
from amoeba to leviathan
usually with one end and an other,
an inside and an outer,
a beginning and an end.
Hoofed, winged, clawed, finned.
Even biped.
With sundry mobility strategies.
Supply and excretion channels.
Defence and recovery mechanisms.
Homogeneous design blueprints.
Devolving processes and trajectories.
Like putting the eggs all in one basket
- one masterplot.

She, being fecund and will-full
soon did so.

And so they found themselves
zapping through relatively teeny segments of space
In oxygen-bulging capsules
peering through the portholes
at what they thought was home.
Which was enough to get them wonder:
What is this for? Who are we, actually?
One of those paradigm hops
born from a new, quantum perspective!
Conclusion:
Cripes, we f’d it up!
>>>>> to Responsibility.
Lawks a’ mercy!
We can only go up - or down.