I hear the machines grinding,

risen out of the soil,

out of the sand,

out of the rock,

taking on the shapes and content

of super computers and space crafts,

operating theaters and wonder drugs,

bathrooms and hiking equipment

Brains are places in space,

the light shows inside our skulls

mimicking the Northern Lights

- and the Internet was once a sliver of minerals

in the ground

Bodies speak for the planet;

all these sons and daughters of the Sun

are meat & bone levers working the wonders

of the species

Energy from a star drives these brains,

these insistent communications

that steer these hands,

these opposable thumbs that shape the tools

that shape the tools that shape the tools

that define these societies, these cultures

that best be seen as far developed life forms,

thriving on this sphere

where everyday goes to school,

each night is tucked in,

and voices howl, knowledge is gathered,

science is being fine-tuned

Flickering brains

are the Cosmos acting

on an urge to BE itself,

and I spread a morning towel

under my chin,

to avoid coffee spots on the blanket

I am at loss for words
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as I raise my body up,

as I lay my body down,

taking the opportunity of this life

and the name I was given,

to listen hard

to what my brain has to think,

finding a work-around

for the totality of ball bearings

and clicking knees,

asphalt roads winding through endless woods

and the ocean

caressing this dancing sphere