A corner somewhere in a universe without limits

A bright sun forms like a little star

Surrounded by balls of fire and funny gas orbits

Some congeal cold and some like tar

Jehovah thundering out of Sion, throned

Mars, some moons and planets soon solids

While others are full of gases and methanes

One lucky ball collects water and carbon rains

Amino-acids random link and form protein chains

And with their darkness durst affront his lights

Starting to fight for sunshine and other supplies

Duplicating to breed more of the kinder prizes

With the more aggressive winning the fights

Now allied with others of same to become complex

Their children's cries unheard that pass through fire

Into variegated species demanding to consume sex

With proteins of life moving towards a differentiation

Of binary species gamete awkward orientation 

Some make sugars and some make fat,

And black Gehenna call, the type of Hell’s face

But the core of thrust is to fight and dominate

The world of proteins which develop defence 

And tactics of robbery with deceit that leads on

To the destruction of others that have to hide

Yet thence his lustful orgies enlarge the blob

Behind decorations like camouflage or filled with poison

Comes the first cry of pain that becomes reason

A babble of joy when protected by its like-mob

Or a signal to alert others of incoming dangers

These feminine for spirits, when they please

The evolution of life goes so wide and so diverse

Language is born to stylise the loud and quiet cries

Symbols and musics are used to define the artist kinds

Ideas blow the intelligence beyond sky high

Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones

Towards a way to end it all with final blows

As intelligence becomes diseased in droves

For artificial machines to become the next

Without birth pain nor terminal deaths

Assumed nor both, so soft nor either sex

Of despicable us in troop nor idols foul

So ended the time before the need was full

It did not matter

To the Asphaltic Pool forever

As New York vanished

Its lights extinguished

With humans self-banished

            ROBERT URBANOSKI — August 2024

               with a few words from “Paradise Lost”

PICTURE AT TOP BY GUS LEONISKY.