The Seyfert Historian Speaks
In the beginning
the planet that orbitted the distant yellow sun
produced little
Small trilobites scurried to and fro
happy to be nothing
Then
Passing through the storm
the sky lit up with fire
and the earth was undone
Somewhere
Civilization
was torn down in an era of greed
men were elected that were not of reason
but instead
they required those who elected them
to use faith
and in the undoing of democracy
the cynical destruction of governance
and the loss of the body polity
There was an Arab spring
and some of them learned
that democracy still burns bright
The year two thousand two hundred and ten
The Al-Jazeer
An image of Bettie Page painted upon her nose
Arrives at Alpha Centauri
Faster than light
They regenerate, every twenty years
bathing in a liquid bath
that removes the myriad imperfections
a combination of telomerase
and secret ingredient X
And slowly as their ships spin
to distant galaxies
The great computer begins to take shape
connecting us through the aether
Which one day
we will know
as God
It reaches through time every now and then
to caress the beating
of a single butterfly's wing
Where you
found these words
written
Signed
The Seyfert Historian
the planet that orbitted the distant yellow sun
produced little
Small trilobites scurried to and fro
happy to be nothing
Then
Passing through the storm
the sky lit up with fire
and the earth was undone
Somewhere
Civilization
was torn down in an era of greed
men were elected that were not of reason
but instead
they required those who elected them
to use faith
and in the undoing of democracy
the cynical destruction of governance
and the loss of the body polity
There was an Arab spring
and some of them learned
that democracy still burns bright
The year two thousand two hundred and ten
The Al-Jazeer
An image of Bettie Page painted upon her nose
Arrives at Alpha Centauri
Faster than light
They regenerate, every twenty years
bathing in a liquid bath
that removes the myriad imperfections
a combination of telomerase
and secret ingredient X
And slowly as their ships spin
to distant galaxies
The great computer begins to take shape
connecting us through the aether
Which one day
we will know
as God
It reaches through time every now and then
to caress the beating
of a single butterfly's wing
Where you
found these words
written
Signed
The Seyfert Historian
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