Before machinery could cut to an infinitely precise decimal Before computers could process work for statisticians In the time of sticks and animals, the Moon was the only perfect circle Faultless in its pure untouchability But now with satellites and telescopes You can see the ridges and craters that roughen what was once round and perfect Thousands of impacts revealed along the face What was turned into a thick piece of rock in outer space When I was young, I understood so little about myself And though I am smarter now, I am marvelled by less of the world Where things are gained, something else must also be lost A great demystifier Before all things could be recorded anywhere and at any time And before pavement covered a third of your city In the time of deadly medicine, the stars were the only proof of more They told truths, the future and the past of all people But now, the sum of all knowledge sits within a space With few true unknowns unprovable and unfalsifiable And stars now decorated by science and math Turned into hydrogen and helium gas There's an airplane wreck that crashed headfirst into the west side of the bank A DC-3 that fell out of the sky, now patiently sat Then government came and blew it up into bits of electronics and metal And spread it around and made it twisted, unscrappable A stock of weeds growing over unused garage doors A patch of grass breaking through a rural tennis court The marks of horses' hoofs in Victoria city asphalt A rat-shaped hole in Chicago concrete sidewalk I fantasize about my house reclaimed by invaded space Of being overcome by hushed trees and wild grass With animals building small homes inside the walls With pieces of its insulation With fire spilling through one day and burning it back to nothing And in a few million years, when I arrive here again A great recursion