MAMA GAIA’S GOT HER EYES ON YOU
You say God of the Gaps with such derision
Like maybe you think you’re talking about high-priced denim
or a cardigan for your shoulders but not your arms.
Like maybe you think the gaps themselves are at fault,
or that a time is coming when everything will be known.
For starters it’s Goddess of the Gaps but you’re checked out already
I can tell because I knew another man just like you once
You won’t want to hear about what happened to him
because it’s too crude
and too topical. Your thoughts are manifesting your entire world,
whether or not you think you really mean it.
You call it Reasoned Logic
I call it an Anti-Magick Aura
If you were honest with your doubts you’d sniff to the science
Hunt down the juicy bone of uncertainty and tear it to pieces
You don’t like quantum mechanics either, just like him
that man I’m not going to tell you about
because you’ll make it personal just like he did.
the symmetry is undeniable
in elements, in atoms, in storms
in intention and action
even in a face
even in the eye itself
this world blinks at you around every corner
and your bizarre audacity stares back
cynical clinical procedural proctologist
pronouncing the Earth Herself: Dead On Arrival
because only Her deadness gives you diamonds and oil
and you won’t even talk about how that makes you out to be
some kind of extra warped anthropological necrophiliac
and that’s why Mama Gaia’s got her eyes on you.