In the acolyte of medias res
All is toujours a comfortable même chose
Punctuated by occasional shudders
Rarely of recognition most often of surprise

It took centuries to make Copernicus cozy
And the scopes and the ships accustomed the bourgeoisie
To things just out of sight animalcules and satellites and tempting wealth
Until we felt at home in the arms of the Milky Way

And now the multiverse is never enough
Hemming us in with the edge
Of our local singularity
A glass cage of emotion

And we break the surly bonds with crummy rocket science
And leap about on crummy moon crummy Mars
And create ever more impressive telephones
And wonder why blurred-out mothers die of thirst

Must ontogeny recapitulate phylogeny
Here is no sonnet no trepanation
Until a short strand of DNA with lipoprotein sheath
Or loads of good old carbon 12 do us in