then Geology composes a eulogy
for each life it takes.
Memories compressed by rock to fossil,
pulverize to ash. Recorded is the
scream's resonance as death's wave
scours over it. Ashes remember,
their imprint on atoms, as they
recount the history of life
attempting to defy its own end. She learns
these principles of Geology. If Mind were Earth,
earthquakes would have shattered the mind's
will to sustain motion, by now. For her,
life has been a constant struggle
to keep the stratum of convention intact;
repress the magmum of fear that
threatens always to surge up through the fissures.
Islands of plates press their earthly blades
Into all that once consisted of streams,
Or had the ability to exist amidst motion.
She asks: Against pressures of space, how
can an ecosystem so fragile endure,
without seeing the somatic thread of
its own vulnerability, staring back?
Cavernous fields of nothing, her neural pathways
Stand damp in sorrow. She touches their walls,
and she recoils at the coldness. There begins
a fracture of thought constellation -
the topsoil of memories eroding. All consuming
is the pivot away from ending. All consuming
is the flesh, whose mystery supplants
the source of all thought; energy;
It brought her here. Plummeted into the gorge
of reality's lair. And, how does Earth stay intact,
dependent as it is upon the frail balance of
centrifugal force? For her, no explanations suffice.
In their absence starts a fall from rotation. Where
all settles to eerie, where motion calms to quiet.
Life distills; magma dulling to
mere gray matter. Could the Mind be
as indifferent as nature - a pressurized movement
born of chaos, without purpose,
without mercy? If Earth were Mind, neurons
would recount the history of life- eons of time, of movement
attempting to defy its own end.