The Earth, Impaled on its Axis
Spins like a Wounded Organism
Flailing Against the Forces that Hold it in Check.

And we
in our Frail Biological Houses
Strive to See
the Primary Colors of the Spectrum
Invisible to the Stone Age Workings
of our eyes

Darwin, the last real-time renderer, is sailing in The Beagle
paintstakingly writing down and drawing up the world.