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Space Madness

from Anthropocene Blues by Samuel Lockridge

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Show me from the moon exactly what you think is yours
a few arrays of atoms you've given meaning, names, and prices, nothing more.
A mutually agreed upon set of words and social norms
still doesn't make being king of a mote of dust mean anything.
Arthur C. Clarke, Darwin, and Asimov would laugh their asses off
if only they could see us now,
the first self-extinction,
what an honorable distinction.

And it's one cruel cosmic gag that self-aware meat-bags
born in the bellies of ancient stars,
who look up and wonder who they are,
old enough to have thumbs on their hands,
but still too young to understand,
will shine so bright but burn out fast.
The game is over. Nothing lasts.

So I'll raise my glass to you
and hope that you will do the same
if the yawning black expanse
doesn't drive us all insane.

If your star goes supernova
you'll be dead before you know what that even means,
cause you won't have had time to evolve scientific minds.
Or, on the off chance you survive technological puberty,
your home star will run out of gas
and you'll all freeze unless you leave.
And even if you brave the lonesome interstellar sea,
ever expanding, it will outrun you
until heat death – the Big Freeze.

And it's one cruel cosmic gag that self-aware meat-bags
with longings just like ours
will someday look up and see no stars,
and they'll dismiss right out of hand
the legends passed down by their clans
about the people who lived before
around distant suns, on other worlds.

So I'll raise my glass to them
and hope someday they'll do the same
if the yawning black expanse
doesn't drive us all –
if it doesn't kill us all –
don't let it drive us all insane.

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from Anthropocene Blues, released July 10, 2020

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Samuel Lockridge is a singer-songwriter, producer, sound designer, and theatre artist based in Lexington, Kentucky.

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