A poison is the origin of life
And it can kill you all the same
Without one the other couldn’t live
Could not exist, nor feel full
— beauty and pain —
Like wine that eases my intoxicated mind
But kills my brain cells over time.
I read that Saturn’s icy moon
Enceladus evaporates hydrogen cyanide
From under its frozen surface
So, maybe one day the snake bite
Becomes my soul and flesh
An animated DNA transforms death to life
Ice to water like our great friend
— the Sun — the grand destroyer
Protecting us from cosmic radiation
In its spare time.
I trust the Sun — space is existence
And it must be freed for the new
To come away from the filling being
This persistent antagonism
Creates magic in the universe
And within me as I struggle
I tear my skin into shredded atoms
So joy can spur from my bones
Renewed through self-destruction.
I invite the beast, devour me as you please
I won’t resist your ravenous pull, eat my lips
Blackness fills my veins, my face erupts
Into boiling lava rocks splurging, rushing
Over the landscape of my skin
The Earth’s core shaken through
Every part of me, every part of you — We become one in the savage space
The beast and me, sublimated into the aether.
Most reactions simmer below the surface
Repressed feelings morph into pain
My body an ocean of organic matter
Always available to become
Something else, some body else,
A karmic evolution through transformation
Shaped by emotions and the soul
I am a huge fan of Baudelaire and Rimbaud. I can sense their presence in my unique poetic ears. The French poets whisper their desires, unafraid of darkness, yet I am freed from verse and gender in my era. By inserting structure only where it feels right, it is the vast, incalculable depth of meaning that matters to me, beyond rhythm and measure, accompanied by silence. Here, I intended to transform data into something more meaningful than physical possibility in some far-thrust time. The necessity of the life-death cycles on this Earth centre this poem in a positive message yielded from its gloomy opposite.
This dark poem was inspired by music, low visibility winter mornings and this NYT science article:
“A poison is the starting point for most theories on the origin of life on Earth and it seems that Saturn’s icy moon Enceladus hydrogen cyanide – vapor (gas) can be combined in different ways to produce amino acids, which are precursors for proteins as well as nuclear bases and sugars which are needed to make RNA and DNA. Enceladus has a subsurface ocean that makes it among the most promising places to look for life elsewhere in the solar system.”
Even wine could potentially find life there since scientists found “the presence of an alcohol like methanol, organic molecules like acetylene, propene and ethane that could power chemical reactions to provide energy for microorganisms living in the Enceladus ocean.
Initial analysis identified not only water but also carbon dioxide, methane, hydrogen and ammonia. The eruptions pointed to hydrothermal reactions below the surface, where hot rocks meet liquid water.
Enceladus is an intriguing place but not the only place. Other moons like Europa, which orbits Jupiter, also have under-ice oceans. All ocean worlds are extremely exciting,” Dr. Craft said. “They all have a little bit of differences from one another, but they have a lot of similarities.”
Fascinating. Now, Mr Musk, can you X-fly me there? In a couple of millions of years perhaps? But first someone needs to craft the elixir of youth, plus an immortal suit to power me through the ages.