(Red: 2)

The Fate of the Earth
is a book,
but also it’s a fate,
and hopefully,
a not accompli,
because that would be
(with melted eyes)
impossible to read.

  Reassurances of hypersonic trust
  can go pound computer dust.
  I need Zeno’s tipping spear,
  not just unthrown,
  but so unthrowable
  as to be decisively
  disownable.

The fate of the Earth,
the metal Earth…
Will a metal hand
de-magnetize the dirt?
A vicious desert.
An overburnt
republic of the
lowest investiture.

  Reinsurances of hypersonic trust
  can go pound computer dust.
  I need Zeno’s tipping spear,
  not just unthrown,
  but so unthrowable
  as to be decisively
  disownable.

The fate of the Earth
is a fate, but also it’s a book
I hope to read
with, in particular,
no urgency—
just a poke around a time
before the big peace.

  Reassurances of hypersonic trust
  can go pound computer dust.
  Behold! Zeno’s tipping spear,
  not just unthrown,
  but so unthrowable
  as to be decisively
  disownable.