Chapter 1
Geological time is slow
give you an idea:
South America and Africa used to be
right next to each other;
they've been moving apart
at a couple of inches a year
(maybe)
So do the math
never mind you don't need to
And so it was, he thought,
analogous to these many bottles
and jars and plates
that sat upon his counter
now covered in mossy mold
and moldy moss
Not quite geological time
but still took a while
Now shall we zoom in
and find there among the verdant landscape
tiny creatures
little people
They looked over the hills of green moss
to the dirty wall in the distance
and said, this is right
this is us
During the day it was light,
at night it was dark,
and sometimes the day was semi light,
hazy and dim
This of course was because
the kitchen light was sometimes off
during the day,
and what they saw was only the real sun
through a curtain far away
on the other side of the apartment,
though they of course could not know this,
though some suspected it
(very few)
and were thus deemed lunatics
and a danger to society
and exterminated of course
Anyway, day or night there remained
plenty besides to worry about
though few worries came true
and those not very often
But sometimes
big shaky things with many legs and eyes
These were the spidros,
and when they came it wasn't good
Occasionally there were mices,
but they were big and lumbering,
much too cute and oblivious
to be a danger
(their shits were huge
and easily avoidable)
God looked down on them
(very seldom)
with its huge face
and frowned
That's all
The face didn't do anything else
and didn't seem to care much
They were fine
Until one day
they heard god say,
fuck this,
and not knowing what it meant,
they soon found out
The beautiful green mountains,
even their plastic foundations,
were summarily scooped,
upheaved
and deposited
into black abyss
much like Atlantis,
had it been so mossy
or had there existed
a garbage bag so large
so long ago
Of course the 'moss folk'
or 'people of the moss'
went with it,
every last one,
down into plastic hell,
dark and confusing,
and said, guess we're fucked
There would, in time, arise
new mountains,
rivers of coffee
and sauces,
and new people to enjoy them,
though they, of course,
would never know
of those who'd come before;
they would assume they were
the first and last
