That continuation of biological processes
is unending has yet to be proved.
Conditional as we know it, artificial intelligence
may outlast us if improved.
Along with architecture thoroughfares and
things lasting a thousand years.
It seems our purpose and attention.
So it appears.
Assembled of complex molecules, existing in
outer space raining to earth.
That assembly of amino acid’s constituents
may be random results worth.
In enough time anything becomes possible.
A boring billion years.
Not forever.
In one human lifetime, that may as well be,
it appears.
For water to exist as liquid one million times
another ten thousand centuries.
Not completely frozen or vaporized requires
right conditions and energies.
Assuming it to be a rarity among all detectable
stuff’s correct.
That it’s a large percent of matter would
have to be checked.
Or that all detectable matter formed from
a primal cell is not too far off base.
It has grown now.
A bit more developed, expanding and maturing’s
a case.
A minuscule bit of The Multiverse one might
say.
Too far fetched to grasp Almighty as a being
so but somehow it seems the way.
Knock it around.
Smash bits, see what it creates as pieces
then.
Crash cars then try to put them together men.
It’ll hit a melting once again.
You’ll be left with iron, chrome and plastic
turned carbon is all.
Detectors in a collider use heavy nuclei.
Seeing the result is a ball.
Subterfuge outlasting devotion, it is put
in motion, from fusing hydrogen.
Clouds of dust and gas you thought would never
last.
Lands on a button.
Self destruction in the hands of most is disregarded
only defeating.
Given great purpose and put to use it manifests
itself cheating.
Stuck in a dry desert, given only to thirst.
What grows and who knows.
Watch what eats that.
A key to survive.
Fire from friction so it all goes.
Lightning, geothermal, brush sparks to forest
fire, jumps everywhere.
Wear the right boots and even so, you are
met with danger there.
If it ain’t enough there’s equipment.
Cargo net for any uses, even trucks.
Transport helicopters in a bay.
Seating accommodations are not delux.
Food, tents, ammunition, medicine, medic and
a mobile hospital drop.
Then incoming wounded remind us the cold causes
of war never stop.
Divided to transport warnings labeled nuclear,
biological and chemical.
NBC kills you without a gun.
Dirty, low as underhanded they’re plentiful.
If one side has them then you might need them
to fight fire with fire.
Without fuel the fire’s out.
Make it or take it how we acquire.
It’s hard to be ethical in a war where your
enemies are quite the opposite.
Nobody wins, we’re all losers and the population
has that farther to get.
Numerical superiority has advantages if technology
backs it up.
Otherwise it takes only one merciless hand
to inflict and disrupt.
Taken to kingdoms and dictatorship.
Subjects, servants and peasants alike.
There’s always been class.
Not a type you attend.
Rather who has wealth?
This land, you know.
So set a boundary.
Draw a line.
Lay foundations.
Fortresses and cities become planned that
way by calculations.
Trying to think but it doesn’t count regularly
because it’s not numerical.
Exactly, emotion seldom is quantized.
Forces a smile in cases comical.
That minimal portion that tips things into
combination says.
A least amount of energy to put it all in
action, acting to give it legs.
So once it all comes together it becomes obvious.
There’s been a reaction.
Sometimes the affirmation needed to know someone’s
a present attraction.
If anyone is there at all.
No point in breaking in to arrest a person.
They would first have to become present, and
known to worsen.
Life threatening that is.
Or no one is going to care.
Does it make or take it.
Prolong life, enhance its quality.
Don’t stand by suffering.
Take it and get.
It’s a long line and asked the true meaning
how many get that.
The definition is a minimal amount causing
a reaction, fact.
Correctly diagnosing illness is no easy problem.
Test and gather facts.
Assure you are referring to the correct data
set, what intuition attracts.
Often it’s a wrong patient or an incorrectly
filed folder.
Wish eternal youth knowing nature doesn’t
work that way we only get older.
The directional nature of time travel gets
beyond an arrow rail gun launch.
That is a lot of kinetic energy when all transported.
This physics is staunch.
Hide or curl it up in a ball.
Just to get to third base fast.
Problem is always containment or getting plasma
states to last.
Power problems never ending come to and end
then back to a beginning.
Seems to be dark matter and energy pouring
into our visible part winning.
Now how’re we to get the thing to kick start
us a new universe?
By unwinding all the ballistics of course
then shifting it into reverse.
When you can hit what you’re aiming at and
know a direction of incoming.
The ultimate projectile produces the deepest
penetration of the defending.
At the speed of a comet swinging past the
sun scattering dust.
Gravity fields like our star.
A hundred thousand miles an hour at us.
Looking out into the night sky’s like watching
a shooting gallery out there.
Earth is a very small target formed from such
debris.
Grand view we share.
Only occasionally we’re in their way as
asteroids race comets.
Space rocks made of metal make meteorites
hit our planet promise.
Rare objects are at times ejected from other
planets such as the rock Mars.
Next planet out to us rotating the sun.
Escaping a lighter gravity big as cars.
Meteorites that size are valuable to us collectors
of metal.
Homo Sapiens prized them to cut stone and
anything quadrupedal.
Copper and tin punctuated a Bronze Age from
four to one thousand B.C. Iron into steel
for railroads and building wasn’t untill
recent times we see.
Scissors cut paper, rock breaks scissors.
Iron punctured bronze.
Shield spear or chariote becomes prominent.
That is what it spawns.
Bronze, good for sculpture but not for chains.
Babylonian works remain.
Reduced to rust all of it gone.
Along with civilizations we may ascertain.
Early along, to sculpture and build, mysterious
methods it yields.
Precision engraving in stone is impossible,
or for plowing fields?
Hotter furnaces are what that takes.
And harder metals are what they make.
Metal on metal we watch everyday.
Modern buildings and bridges awake.
Stilted arches worked well with stone, most
outlasting metal or wood.
For best tools or weapons however, you can
bet metal worked good.
Catapult to cannons and gunpowder we see very
plainly why it would be.
To create anything that would last thousands
of years or for the centuries.
Many good reasons support endurance.
Man made shelter is one.
How long have you had an axe, shovel or saw?
Mechanical things are fun.
Communications, see the point.
Tell where they want it, what to get.
Crucial to all is ability to convey specifically
what to eat or hit.
Geometry fits into it.
Describe an area.
Exactly where the fish are.
Old times required a runner.
Man on horse to the next party.
Say how far?
Give life blessing keeping us from confinement.
Expand ability to explore.
We curious creations which wish to see.
Sense all to be known and more.
Useful knowledge, to extend our boundary outward
into creation.
If not physically, let us gather the information
to form a direction.
Our stairway to the stars is through detection
at unfathomable distances.
Reaching out into our galaxy we’re left
with only observational instances.
You shall not get there physically in one
lifetime with physics today.
For now anyway.
Our solar system is where we watch and stay.
Looking at thousands of years if only to wonder
and navigate our planet.
Show of a clear night sky.
Liken to bodies made of sparkling granite.
Stars, gas giants, rocks with poison, burning
or frozen atmosphere.
There is no point.
You're created and made to live on our earth
here.
Love, money, desire and poetic interest lead
us down roads, traumatic.
Break the strongest hearts physically and
emotionally, both asymptomatic.
Find any author, multitudes with no follower.
Their end, destitution.
Romance, tragedy or comedy all the hard work
demands restitution.
Look to our savior and who would it be?
Shakespeare, Jesus maybe me.
Seriously doubt that.
You are the son of God then.
Not me it was he.
That man between the thieves.
The shepherd from Galilee.
He died for us that man may be forgiven his
original sin.
Desire for knowledge it be.
