(“Dark Pool of Light Nebula III”, 2011, original oil)
The roots of man go so deep Some little rodent perhaps Thoroughly relieved the dinosaurs Are at last all gone. And here and now Always a mid point between past and future The future likewise unforeseeable Other than a vague sense of continuity. From that future A hundred million years from now This past I sit in Will be as unknown and unrecognizable As my little mammalian ancestor’s. Does this make it all meaningless? Hell no! It makes each step and stage Miraculous. (8/11/26)
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