The Universe bends
into black holes and like mitosis
divides, leaving the
initial universe
(this one we assume)
somewhat intact,
then forms a sister universe. Similar bang of nitrogen,
helium, carbon and all, starting the billions
of years cycle
in another pocket of seemingly infinite space.
Somewhere else prokaryotes rule a sexless
earth.
We’d call such a world simple as though
our shopping excursions and parking lots are
complex.
Some other universe can’t support life at all.
With no one to
provide name or meaning to the constellations,
even god cannot
exist.
I suppose several
universes are likewise inhabited
in this sense of spirit-soul-body
configuration.
Perhaps one universe
contains three hundred thousand plus
species of flowers, a
myriad of beast, bug, fowl,
yet has a balance between oxygen and carbon
undisturbed by clear cuts, hair spray and
diesel fumes
because there progress was tempered by
education.
And it is there, where Darwinism, survival of
the fittest—
may the best evolution win—where Darwinism is
played out
so perfectly it could almost be called heaven.
And if I believed in Reincarnation—
which
seems to me more hope than fact
unless
reincarnation counts as our molecules
fertilizing
land, recycling through grass
through
cattle intestines and dung rolled
by
the dung beetle, eaten by the tern,
ad
infinitum until we have, theoretically,
been
a part of it all—
and if I believed in Reincarnation
then
I would want my resurrection in such a universe.
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