“You don’t need to know things”
wrote the principal investigator
referencing the disciplines
microbiology and crystalline geology.
Things are in flux.
—accretion and erosion
responsible for nearly all that one sees. Lunch
equations teeter and take on ballast, dump some over
to recreate the terraced landscapes we associate with geothermal springs, falls.
Rainfall amounts up.
Experiment one (pictures were taken)
They made a model.
It matched up well with reality
like: a duck and a bus. Thus, in terms of success, a modicum.
But, it was cautioned, “more work needs to be done.”
Life in concert with death, for example, rates of deposition tied to rates of withdrawal.
How this is likewise a dance
you might entertain proposals of
at the next coincidence.
Here, have a smoke and mirror.
“O, I don’t really know”
heard on all sides.
Experiment two (the several models hypothesis)
One, says Jenny (hurricane), will hit here X on the dot
with force equivalent to blank megatons and excess. Or not.
Another, clinging to the idea its offshore platform was built
from molecules (scratch),
blueprints atomic weaknesses nicely.
Thirdly, I should like to talk about butterflies, shell games, aleatorics.
“Let’s just enjoy”
in which small streams are braided and run like rainways coursing a window pane,
where it is asked: What’s,
if anything, the angle, flow, viscosity needed to set up continuous offset (skew).
Everyone plots a solution and courses a mile with it in their shoes,
the parameters chosen according to the authors.
Do this do that. Grabbing, in the case of thus, one’s hat.