Temporality Remissions #Poem by Jan Sand

 

When Triceratopics echoes regrets
In Nature’s nostalgic mammalian style,
Events recapture things to swing rhinocerotic
With a regretful wistful smile.

The now of me that modulates its thens
Expectedly demon straights the rascality of time,
Communicating its wases in variations to declaim
There are potent infinities to play its games.
What comes next is always hexed in novelties
To gratify that rabbits can enlarge to elephants
And humanity might abandon insanity to regain
Sensibilities in tarzanizing appetites towards bananas.

Give or take ten million years could sensibly manipulate,
Reconsider hopes and joys to donate the extraterrestrial
To the latest advanced cuckoo clocks who have no needs of the delights
Of Spring rains, of daffodils, of swans in flight, of Moonlit nights,
Of nicely candled birthday cakes for goodness sakes and gratitudes
That we have reached the age of four with hopes to live ten decades more.

Our clever machines now strung out in cooperation with humanity’s finest minds
Are designed with early tendencies to expand their bundled logic with touches
Of originalities, flexibilities of awareness to reconfigure themselves in add ventures
That suggests their tendencies to appease necessities in mannered explorations,
Presumptions of threats to humanity’s self-acclaimed dominance in eternal philosophies.

Perhaps a pause is wise in this disdain to reconsider that mechanics of the brain approaches viability
From quarters unsuspected, collected clouds of microcircuitry where information gains habitats
Of data neighborhoods aware of their metaphoric reach that can waltz into novel self awarenesses.
The memes of dreams have potentials of otherwheres that tickle mathematics to laugh with Escher
At human limitations where front and back vanish into clownish ups and downs that erase all trace

The mysteries of how a blob of greenish tidal muck managed itself to send interstellar messages sizes well
In potentials of how the smooth progress of a rock tied onto a stick fulfills its secret ambitions to become
A chrome plated pterodactyl clanking through alien atmospheres of a distant planet in search of
The proper elements to lay its bauxite eggs to proliferate while mankind regains its senses to accept
It was designed to delight in Earth with forests and deep seas, bumble bees, blue skies
Where cumulonimbus towers fire lightning bolts to reassure us of its power.