Dies Iræ

Principa – Thirty-eight weeks from a single cell

This is where we start,
this, the alpha,
the day.
So we will depend,
the beginning is the end.
You will breathe for me
and I will be,
living due to you only
and now.


Principa – 9.8 metres per second, per second

Off centre,
thrown out, awkward,
loose your balance,
it’s the only way forward.
You must learn to fall
before you can walk.


Principa – Never Advertise on a Left-Hand Page

The fundamental problem
with humanity is,
by definition,
it must include humans.


Principa – 95% of all creatures on Earth are insects

Are you safe, ape child,
in the world you created,
with your sky of technology
and ground of pages?
CD,
DVD
HD-TV,
time to feed your young,
ASAP.
Is your bi-cam-ni-camcorder order on time?
Are you on-line?
Love the ‘try-now pay-later-on-in-life’ style,
got to make a pile,
then live in it.
Get the X-factor-max-ex-lax,
you’ve got to own one,
then choke on the slogan.
Check the rear view,
objects may be closer than they appear,
is it just fear...
it could be you.
Time to take a paranormalcetamol,
they work gut meltingly fast,
what a blast.
Are you ready, ape child,
in the world you created?
Tomorrow could be the day,
dies iræ.

Principa – Dust can travel halfway round the globe on trade winds

It’s quiet now
the wind had died down
and the oceans are still.
There’s life
in amongst the dust and rubble,
soon the rain will
wash away every trace.
There is tranquility here
and grace.