Niche Science

Process revolves

With uncertainty via

Cyclic phenomena

Products of process A

Raw materials

For future input

Somehow shuffling

Thru multiple eternities

Constantly back

To process A

Predators lurk

Prey scamper

Population upheavals

Where balance can be seen

By cause and effect

In segregated roles

Determining order

From the chaos of life

Occasions an event

Which wipes clean the slate

Perpetrator from niche

Where function necessary ceases

And cyclic process stops

Stone cold dead crazy y’know

Until gaia creates evolves uncovers

Migrates form to cover function

Pathways to the end result

Are offline for the time and place

Gaia, in ubiquitous redundancy,

Allows niches to exit

With grace and aplomb

At the end of their functional time

At the end of their functional space

At the end of their functional livelihood

As Harrison said – all things must pass

There is nothing wrong with this

There is nothing right with this

It is just this

Novel creatures find a vacancy

A whole where process lies dormant

A world of raw material

Setting idle waiting to be transformed

To get back on with the process of life

While other process’ function

Picking up the slack in the line of life

Do you use the right lure on the life line?

Does your fish catch enough bait to remain

Attached to the pathway where your feet tread?

Can you feel the change rumbling, tumbling

Stirring upheaval in the bellies of folks

Dissatisfied with the means handed forth

By the playing deck of societal privilege

Being in the right place at the right time

Is the right of every activist – at your expense

By the time time passes

When slack collectors are overtaxed

Our novel pathways, cut clean with

Development costs unrelated to result

Novel trivialities of high cost, low mileage

Special tickled interest of goons

Loading up the strictures of the structures

Bind us into a single superhighway

Full throttle and running strong

Opposite of redundant ubiquity

Now people people are another breed

Science requires multiple

Lines of reason

Concise thought that won’t agree

Until convergence at the end

Of the chutes and ladders road

Where two forwards to one back

Is optimistic for the intent of creation

Goals in so many forms

Each personal and driven

Each broad and all encompassing

Each common and yet unique

Goals in so many forms

Have a chance, an option to succeed

As roadblock encumbers pathway

Artificial imposition of will

Limits to – you think my way

Else I blow you to smithereens –

Where is smithereens

Is it next to nirvana?

Is it just me or is everybody unfulfilled?

People reinternalize grubbermint

As an understructure

As we are not slaves but sovereigns

Each takes on a role well

A different hat that lights our torch

Seuss novel Go Dog Go hat

An expectation that our hat fits me

An expectation that our hat fits you

An expectation of a few hours service

With hats on and even blinders

Where Solomon and Ghandi walk the halls

With Newton, Pauling and Scheherazade

A life of inherent thunder

To be dedicated to public service

We the people behind Oz screen

We the people who run the show

We the people who use the backdrop

To develop a matrix of mutual support

Working productively for infinite value

Freely trading goods for wares

Time for place

In an open market

Of global peace

(c) 2005 lemme howdt