Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Good Poet

Evocative Poetic
The Daunting 
Cooper enters the lab, looking for Suzi's data.  Suzi has been standing in front of a window looking into the jungle. Or thinking, of patterns--the patterns of that jungle--the only wet jungle remaining, as heat and dryness cover the rest of the earth; always the patterns, patterns of  trees, patterns of ferns, the plants--her personal solar supply with enough photon power for five billions years (that's when the sun turns into a red dwarf )--allow her the freedom to move about at will.  Theoretically, she would outlive the sun itself, far beyond the needs of the DNA machinery of this jungle, an idea that daunts even her logic, but, not her memory.

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