500 Years Later

Copernicus, Newton, Darwin, Freud, Einstein and Watson.
The benchmarks of the modern humans
A half-millennium journey to...myself?
They echo within me, if only to diminish me
with their fathomable truth
each waking day.

The Pole flung me out from the center of God's universe,
to become a distant star
one only lit unspectacular
among the vast void
streaking through life's uncertain tasks.
No longer it, spinning around us,
now, we
spinning,
around it .

Later, the mechanical Master offered
certainty
a fixed, inrerelated universe
(later, true, to prove an illusion)
but true enough, at the time, to create,
steam, electricity, trains and cars and planes.
Carrying me rapidly, proudly, may I say, Enlightened,
to ease, pleasure and less pain.
 
Until, Galapagos
ripped me from that reasoned, opulent bosom,
To become, only, lowly,
animal among animals, a stopping point
to who knows where--or what.
Genesis = eternity.
And no one rests (especially not my mind) on the Seventh Day.

The Vienna Jew beckoned.
Inner voyage now,
engorged penis seeking puerile pudendum
a flight into and from oneself,
to be cellularly re-invented, made immortal and whole--perhaps,
through other's hole.

The Austrian government clerk next offered
even less: he says
all this--the newness/nothingness I now comprehend--
is only relative to where I am.
An unfixed, ever-shifting dot.Soon containing a twenty-six-year-old's
double helix.

Too much truth? Five hundred years of shrinkage. Why awaken?

Because I must (Double Helix dictates)...

To discover:
life is joyful.
In spite of my (and you) being (relatively speaking), nothing but a sexual-seeking,
evolving set of mechanistic (stringed?) participles
operating (according to Genome)
somewhere of the edge of..black holes and multiple universes?;

Spitefully
(in spite of)
I am happy.
I am important.
I am...even if now I am only allowed to whisper it in a segregated locker room...MAN
(the unfixed center of myself).