ALL SCIENCE BEGINS AS HIPPIE SHIT

or vice versa. Who says
the heavens aren’t codependent?
Strange growth, falsefruit;
a calligraphy of stars. Too much
beer and too many pea plants.
We have nothing but time.
X becomes Y and parabolas
a field into multitudes.
The continents inch ever so gently
towards loneliness.
Mother, ever the poet, named the dirt
which sprouted ribs then cities
and steam and skyholes.
What is inevitability but burning?
Boolean, a teapot screams in absolution.
In the dead of winter you boil your skin
into a bouquet of roses
and I learn there is something sacred
about the freeze; dawn of flesh
over valleyed palm. You become
yod become glide become the in-between
of sound. All you can expect from
shattered glass is blood, bifurcation,
chimneysteam in the snowstorm.
They say algebra is the study of absence.
They say it takes approximately 8 minutes
for the photons emitted by the sun to reach us;
They say sometimes we can’t actually see the planet,
we just sense its relationship with its star.
Every tragedy becomes more beautiful
with distance. See: shipwreck, sea glass,
artificial reef. What is solace
but an endless drink? Nothing ever ends
in a gasp of light but longfall, detritus,
some drunk asshole looks at the sky
and asks, what about them?

Lucas Peel is a _______________ based in Honolulu, Hawai'i. Sometimes he makes bird noises @lookchrlz.