Life Creating a Jumper
Nothing
then chemistry,
the quorum sensing,
creating biology in a spasm
of cells made strange by bacteria.
scattered: pieces of metered words,
stellated eyes, strips of moles and skin,
muscles that made modal data,
whatever songs were there to soothe her mind,
now mingled so the palette of pavement
serves to say what holy or just wholly
without merit things she saw and said,
shining so in the morning sirens.
The Fermi Paradox answered
by the shells of radio signals
too thin to overlap
before disengaging
from creation.