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early

“Sulphur isotope data from early Archaean rocks suggest that microbes with metabolisms based on sulphur existed almost 3.5 billion years ago, leading to suggestions that the earliest microbial ecosystems were sulphur-based.”

microfossilsBreathing sulfur, Lucifer’s contrail settles,
flaming, to Earth, tiny acrid engines
building his deep domain to fight a beauty
growing by the Day. Heaven splits from
Earth, and  falling becomes possible;
the Deep is molten, heaving; a
primordial evening and morning pass,
and again; the planet breathes, flourishes
before the Liar finds his reptilian disguise
and brings the brimstone upward. The
tiny traces of creation’s alien dawn
brim in stone, clues for the diligent.

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Wacey, D., Kilburn, M.R., Saunders, M., Cliff, J. and Brasier, M.D. 2011. Microfossils of sulphur-metabolizing cells in 3.4-billion-year-old rocks of Western Australia. Nature Geoscience 4, 698-702. (http://dx.doi.org/10.1038/ngeo1238)

please

do not consider
me wise. Any
appearance has
arrived only by
circular argument; I
have studied only
myself

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do not assume
I have been
sanctified by suffering.
being both cause
and victim,
I suffer
alone

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do not expect
me to react
maturely to kind
encouragement; your
words call me
beyond all
comfort

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do not hesitate
to find fault;
the alternative is
that you find me,
after all,
disappointing

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Tree-of-Shame
(for Carroll Boswell, who remains kind in the face of reticence)

senryū sighs

the orchids are back
– yellow Caladenia
piercing spring-warm soil

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an ocean away
long white clouds beckoning me
from a red desert

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lasting brief moments
half seen faces of lovers
disturbing your dreams

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another coffee
fragrant steam rising upwards
procrastination

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nervous, I enter
the doctor prods and listens
recommends blood tests

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lines traverse paper
a pattern of dark and light
from sunlight through blinds

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a heart in silence
lonelier than the new moon
flickering through cloud

leviathan

leviathanthis is our normal way of living.
slowly, we built it, this god we thought
that we could control. It would do
justice in the world, reward with wealth and
comfort the strong and resourceful, the driven
and the inventive, the diligent and the lucky.
It would punish the indolent and the weak,
the unfortunate and the outcast, while
teasing them with the incentives of the good.
And it was ours; within our power to tame
and destroy. In our greed we began to question
and resent our own control; our dragon would
more willingly concede its store of gold unshackled
and, having won its freedom, our monster
flourished. Untamed, its acts became increasingly
random; the blessed were triply so, the accursed
received their due in poverty and squalor.
Slowly, in an ironic and obscene revolution,
the beast could again be reined by those
whom it had rewarded; power built power,
ignoring the destruction and death
visited upon the weak.

Everywhere in our world,
this is our normal way of living.

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