We know nothing so the world
may as well be edged in waterfalls
or made of glass and
we surely came from the stars
and were tiny underwater toothy
beings for a while, fighting giant sharks
with spears until we grew
big and ‘balsy’ and rode mammoths
except maybe we never rode mammoths and
maybe mammoths were the smart ones who
enslaved us before building spaceships
and leaving this place because we were
too stupid and weak and unable to follow
simple instructions, so they left
along with the Ancient Egyptians and
giant sloths, apart from that one giant
sloth that got left behind and haunts
the amazon, the mapinguari, who’s got
everyone trippin’ on ayahuasca, and maybe
we’re all trippin’ on ayahuasca and the solar
system is a figment of our imagination
along with gravity and World War II, and time travel
is real and teleportation is real
and multiple lives and multiple selves are real
because things keep on changing
and we have been ‘present’ for longer than we thought
and a black hole is a star and the sun is a black hole
and light has been inverted, making sunny days
evil and rain good, darkness good, only we forgot
because we are trippin’. We think we are smart but we
were never smart and will never be smart
and robots are not the answer and finding life elsewhere
is not the answer because we are elsewhere and were
elsewhere but it never saved us before
so why would it now?
I’d like to say all this
to someone like Leonardo DaVinci
or Plato, see what they’ve got.
