Niche Science: A Poem
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0.000 HBDNiche Science: A Poem
 Process revolves With uncertainty via Cyclic phenomena Products of process A Raw materials For future input Somehow shuffling Thru multiple eternities Constantly back To process A Predators lurk Prey scamper Population upheavals Where balance can be seen By cause and effect In segregated roles Determining order From the chaos of life Occasions an event Which wipes clean the slate Perpetrator from niche Where function necessary ceases And cyclic process stops Stone cold dead crazy y’know Until Gaia creates evolves uncovers Migrates form to cover function Pathways to the end result Are offline for the time and place Gaia, in ubiquitous redundancy, Allows niches to exit With grace and aplomb At the end of their functional time At the end of their functional space At the end of their functional livelihood As Harrison said – all things must pass There is nothing wrong with this There is nothing right with this It is just this Novel creatures find a vacancy A whole where process lies dormant A world of raw material Setting idle waiting to be transformed To get back on with the process of life While other process’ function Picking up the slack in the line of life Do you use the right lure on the life line? Does your fish catch enough bait to remain Attached to the pathway where your feet tread? Can you feel the change rumbling, tumbling Stirring upheaval in the bellies of folks Dissatisfied with the means handed forth By the playing deck of societal privilege Being in the right place at the right time Is the right of every activist – at your expense By the time time passes When slack collectors are overtaxed Our novel pathways, cut clean with Development costs unrelated to result Novel trivialities of high cost, low mileage Special tickled interest of goons Loading up the strictures of the structures Bind us into a single superhighway Full throttle and running strong Opposite of redundant ubiquity Now people, people are another breed Science requires multiple Lines of reason Concise thought that won’t agree Until convergence at the end Of the chutes and ladders road Where two forwards to one back Is optimistic for the intent of creation Goals in so many forms Each personal and driven Each broad and all encompassing Each common and yet unique Goals in so many forms Have a chance, an option to succeed As roadblock encumbers pathway Artificial imposition of will Limits to – you think my way Else I blow you to smithereens – Where is smithereens Is it next to nirvana? Is it just me or is everybody unfulfilled? People reinternalize grubbermint As an understructure As we are not slaves but sovereigns Each takes on a role well A different hat that lights our torch Seuss novel Go Dog Go hat An expectation that our hat fits me An expectation that our hat fits you An expectation of a few hours service With hats on and even blinders Where Solomon and Ghandi walk the halls With Newton, Pauling and Scheherazade A life of inherent thunder To be dedicated to public service We the people behind Oz screen We the people who run the show We the people who use the backdrop To develop a matrix of mutual support Working productively for infinite value Freely trading goods for wares Time for place In an open market Of global peace lemme howdt (c) 2005