our universe
pure will moving
a collective intelligence
a systematically accidental
teamwork
phenomenon

life
wherever conditions permit
seems to have cropped up

& we
the frail thinking
low-voltage
creatures
whose minds
each a metaphysic
a microcosm
mimic the whole

we the ‘stardust’
that we are
we think & struggle
to have proper
individual wills
to control
to decide

we must remember the void
stumble upon it
midstream
complain of strange
psychic vacuity
depression

we must ‘invent’
the ‘concept’
zero

to aid us
in our archival crusade
against difference
impenetrable singular
inflation

with the small
measured steps
of scientific proceeding
we seek to take control
to make red giants
or supermassive interstellar
cumulus
bundles for surviving
our own eventual
combustion

but our bodies
are able to contain
& manage only so much
of the cosmic will
before the circuitry
is overwhelmed

& we forget
we aspire
to forget
that we very well might
collapse under the weight
of all that we have
tried to assimilate
diminish & categorize

we forget
that the will
might not want us to
act

that our rebellion
might be squashed

that we may be fated
to become the very
singularity
at the center of a darkness
which has always been

the focus of all our wheeling
pained specieal amnesia
& discovery…