Rondo Mirror Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

When tidal waves of Time mock Fame,
have waved goodbye to humankind,
that which remains may, deep in rime,
deep-frozen stay until Change find
strange species with an unknown name,
whose mores few humans find sublime,
set out, new universes tame.

Alternative galactic clime
till supernova, fun to blame,
could broil life first, then through enzyme
bacterial pride's viral self-acclaim
convert to carbon, methane, slime,
a vision choice, or hell-fire flame
devour the oddest pantomime
star systems witnessed, 'sense' proclaim.

A strange physique, another mind,
may race, chase universal prime,
explore perceived needs, trace seed chain,
from ocean brine could start the grind
through evolution once again.
Whatever alphabets unwind
from pinpoint into pointed vane
few angels dance, though underlined
are questions put: few answers find.

Survival's rules and Nature's game,
advance through chance mutating chain.
Why dig, delve, search solutions 'sane'
which tunnel out where Time peaks in
dividing kith through chance dance train
from cousins, eco-system kin
as specificities within
to change stay subject, rise or wane,
seed species more or less germane
as micro-niches ascertain
controlling roles, roll fate's dice, reign,
each dominance would fain obtain.
Where A to B too toxic may remain
one group ascendence must attain
bad blood spilled stays the curse of Cain.

There seems scant reason to explain
that rigid rules here may retain
no standing elsewhere, truth's refrain
sounds normal here, there cries 'refrain! '
gains gravity till light bends aim,
sends censors censure, me[l]ting blame.

Transient sentience through time
prepares ambitions which may bind
impressions of successful climb
of city zen or country grime,
to thongs subjective whose tight rein
chokes folks aghast who'd past sustain.
Life's laws, whatever form or frame,
stay tied to tide system whence they came.
'Above', 'Below' are judgements vain,
when all's one, one all must contain.

Exaggeration's docked decay
clocks to cue pride ride to restrain
control of algorythmic sway
on building blocks, exerts force plain
through surreptitious interplay,
depends on R.N.A. whose reign
spun double helix D.N.A.
Fate stakes claim on another plane,
night everlasting drags down day,
makes light till sun shines down the drain
ephemerality's tease hay.

Black hole without wormhole? Odds slight
so new dimensions hide, clam tight.
Dust coalsesces then expands,
momentum found, as Saturn's bands,
before collapse as cycle spins
around as matter's outs and ins
contract, nor contradiction nor bizarre.
Stars seem diaphanous from afar.
Seek niche as Nietsche foretold before
blood turned to black, artistic paw
Nero’s dark emerald delight.
Like Mandelbröt fresh fractals draw
no Newton, Leibniz might indite.
Perspectives shifting Einstein saw
from Cues 'de Beryllo' few cite.
All oppositions with insight
identical appear, forthright
both urge to flight and purge-indict,
left, right, wrong, right, verse rose, prose blight,
sides of one coin, whose bark and bite
heads, tails, head tale's delight, set write.

Spun wheel turns, yet things much the same
remain as ever, as the blind
and seething masses, biding time,
are led by blind red tape worms, kind
exploited still, wills try to find
answers until fresh tidal time-frame
mocks race, trace, shocks, restocks again.

Oscillating waves of Time,
wave goodbye, scarce seek behind
veiled past, ancestry maritime,
score future for wings redesigned
through evolution's coded aim,
from start to coda, which no dime
care for core causal counterclaim.

Some might celestial choir proclaim
as evidence of super brain.
ice, fire, fire, ice, hope aim, scope maim,
here where, there, others ended in
an intricate design begin
from chaos patterns, recombine,
circadian rhythms, fractal fine
infinite past time's dotted line
to meet itself, churn cheese to rind
as sooner, later, Chronos will unwind

Equality some souls acclaim
as proof superior, maintain
win leads to loss, as loss to win,
sans sin no good, no good sans sin.
Each opposite must undermine
its complement, spiel underline
to compliment weal's weighting game
that, game awaits foreseen refrain.

Dark matter plays at hide and seek
makes light through universal week
can span star seedbeds, vacuum cold,
from top to bottom, young to old,
in n dimensions manifold
to spin around attraction which
all self-destructs, plug pulled, or switch
triggered by gravitational force
against which there seems no recourses.
Perhaps Big Bang begins again
implosion then expansion's game
from dormant state, explosion's peak,
self-circling cycles so to speak.
Erosion mocks both fame and flame
till pulled apart are wild and tame.

Alternative galactic clime
could freeze life first, then life-clock chime
exploring waft weave out and in
played out repeating rondo spin
evolving ever, phantom mime
vibrates, expands, contracts, same frame,
reduplicated pantomime,
as wishful thinking scarce sublime.
Word worlds as well down black-holes slide
in parallel universes hide.

As dust cloud systems coalesce
awaiting asteroid impact
to seed new life through due process,
explore strange craters to extract
minute ways which express change, guess
the quantum leap from fiction, fact,
so building blocks may re-address
earth, air, fire, water, that attract
love-hate relationships intact,
all elements: here more, there less.
Wind, wave together coalesce
life's tree, suns, moons, caves secret stacked
with wonders and wraith spirit guest
which all must witness, take as jest
hopes, fears, tears telescoped, time's gest.

Retaining its internal rhyme
from tame to wild with cyclic mime,
again, again, from wild to tame,
this rondo roves in search of aim
from supernova's fiery flame
to brown dwarf freeze frieze lit quitclaim.