Poem

close your eyes to 

open your eyes

to travel 12,000 years

to hunt and gather 

now and back then and what is 

yet to be created

from what has been caused

by you

no, you leave your Holocene mind

behind

attention, you are now passing a tipping point

the gates of all closed systems

are opening soon

wind is entering

wind is there

wind causes nothing

changes everything

that floods your skin

wind is about to enter 

the trespass of yesterday’s full moon

cascades

and you

close your eyes to

open your eyes

while scales clash

brutally

while there never were gates

nor borders nor walls

even though you build them

while you have been trapped

in the cave where Plato made you watch the shadows of reasons

where Plato was right but the sun, the light

the Pacha acknowledges right 

has to be wrong to be right

was too

close your eyes to open your eyes

one past has used weapons to count

to increase and to fasten

another past created consumed accelerated

and one past tried still tries to defend

but wonders 

where does wind end

and wonders

pasts observed by the winter

that was cold

nuclear cold

with what has been brought into

a timeline

of what invented the Anthropocene

the framed picture on the wall painted by reason

showing the end of our season

geo-logical

presenting the fossil of 

the un-making of the human-condition

as body as bones

who’s survival

has never been human

you open your eyes to close your eyes

to remember the victims the bodies the ancestors

the complexities of histories entangled

of germs and guns of genealogies of man

the pluriversal

shift

close your eyes wider

where does the past end

when we are a ruin ourselves

and hurt and colored in pain

lying and dying in the Anthropocene

call it Thatocene, anglocene

call it chthulucene

call it chaos

but let there be hope

feel the Anthropocene rising feel

feel the Anthropocene repeat

Anthropocene repeat the Anthropocene repeat the Anthropocene moving the Anthropocene rising, the Anthropocene dissolving, the Anthropocene

where have you been

you said your eyes were closed

which eyes

there are no eyes to be seen

we never conceptualized what eyes mean

and matter in the worlds of many 

we are eye-free

we are in trouble

we as the other

the other-than-human

no eyes to close

focus

you, entangled monster

you, assembled actor

call you being 

call you 

holobiont

call you something beyond

and between and below and belonging

to gaia

fear the extinction and but never stop moving

embrace earth without closing your eyes to open your ears

to close your ears to feel

how the Savannah that is burning

the corals that bleached

the desert that ate up the trees

and the worlds that already ended

sound

listen

to what has not been said

but screamed

but silenced

but lived and demolished

and intoxicated the homogenizing

machine of the one material

world

say their names

to make this end

say their names

to re-member

for response-ability

till the aftermath in the dawn

to close to open

your eyes no eyes but us but

the space between

here and there

that traveled 12.000 years

from one island to the other

to encounter

the planetary accident

to encounter