FUNDAMENTALS

Some have chosen
a planet
within our planet.
Only six millennia old
it sucks us all in,
Archaeopteryx,
mammoth,
Dante...

In this new little world
we’re all of us angry—
no time. No time
for sap to rise
into the canopy,
no time for concentric rings
or for a mollusk
to complete its tale.

Seeds don’t sprout
and love might sleep
forever
among the rocks.