The cosmic law of gravity Pulled the newborns around a fire A careless, cold infinity in every vast direction Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone She has a tale to tell From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast Enter LUCA
The tapestry of chemistry There’s a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all
We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth
Ion channels welcoming the outside world To the stuff of stars Bedding the tree of a biological holy Enter life
We are here to care for the garden The wonder of birth Of every form most beautiful
Part III. The Toolmaker
After a billion years The show is still here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar
Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the god of gaps Deep within the past Atavistic dread of the hunted
Enter Ionia, the cradle of thought The architecture of understanding The human lust to feel so exceptional To rule the Earth
Hunger for shiny rocks For giant mushroom clouds The will to do just as you’d be done by Enter history, the grand finale Enter Ratkind
Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day’ll cease to be Greet the last light of the library