CAME LOOKING
fuck that Chinese sci fi
writer telling us
hunters in the forest
better keep
our heads down
went out on a mission
looking for holes
in Fermi’s paradox
determined
to investigate them
sent out
my own little message
faster than time
itself possibly
arriving
before I sent it
no curt text engraved
in gold
giving whosoever
the specs on our
divine image
target co-ordinates
and
John and Paul for
the benefit of Mr Kite
if you
find a stylus, play it
like a
LP record
no I commissioned every
quantum computer
to access all
our truth, across every
alternate universe
construct the
definitive manual
guide to
our impossibly complex
whims and
wiles philosophies,
systems and
psychologists no
danger, no sweat
no dark forest vibes
by the time
front to
back
top to
bottom they would
have made
their calculations
imbibed our text
we would
be long gone
would be long gone
(three body problem
beautifully solved
solved beautifully)
poems 2 die for 