The Human Constitution

Every day we wake up to the radio.

Unalarmed.

As one body.

To the new national anthem called,

Dance and Glow*

Our way into yoga. Slow motion. The ocean.

As the sun washes across the nation, like a wave, we rise.

Dive into the sea.

All is salty.

What are the chances?

We worship the Earth like Islamists.

Smoke a doobie.

Eat breakfast. Eggs and beans. Heartily. Make a toast to hash browns.

Cheers a glass of apple juice. Send the kids to school. Ages 2-∞. For free.

Since the creation of public, online, accredited, anywhere, mobile, daycare education.

For jobs fixing robots. Teaching them English.

We could get visas to Italy. Switch it up.

The world is ours to toy with.

In class, they read the news. A letter in the mail. From the Prime Minister.

The whole world is in love. Enveloped is a hug. Signed, "xoxo, you know who."

The room is bugged but no one cares. Video cameras show that there are no wrong turns. Every action has friends there to catch them. Adults. Whirling through space at an incredible rate.

Luckily for everyone. We illegalized all illegalities.

How could Nature be wrong? Or right?

They acked knowledge.

Egalitarians. Vegetarians. Ovarians.

Anything goes.

For survival.

Out of doors there is room to live. Everyone is a given.

Time in the sunshine. To unwind.

Find a shady tree.

Mass migrations. Flying V's. Saving on oil.

Roaming the prairies. Over the winter.

Switching jobs. Stopping the monotony.

A teacher reads Alice in Wonderland. Imaginations run rampant.

While the children sleep.

Old mother sheep and her geese.

Somewhere below the rainbow.

A garden is overgrowing.

The loot. The spoils. Royalties.

The Earth is our petting zoo. With you and me in it. Running things. Petting things. Feeding things. Taming nature.

We confused ourselves with each other.

After 500 years. When the first plastic ever made biodegraded.

Using ancient bacteria. Found in ice caves.

When technology solves itself. And Permaworld is established.

The day nobody died. All the flags were raised.

Each day a new human shines in the spotlight of national television, highlighting their natural features. Exaggerated for that special effect.

Selected at random.

Life should be celebrated.

The super power to hear around corners. In the dark.

Phenotypes fetch high prices online. Like vintage Levi's. If you seek my drift.

We taught the dogs and cats to play nice and speak english. Implanting silicone muscles under their tongues. Some of them sung the funniest ruffs.

How Meow was a number one hit.

Still trending.

Chaotically stable. There were no labels. Everything was new.

Z future is neutral.

Fuschia.

Radioactive. Psychoactive. Free radicals.

Back to swinging in the trees. Honey is for bees.

We demilitarized. Took down our fences. And all learnt defense.

Opened the borders. To those who dared to. Stare at the snow.

Took care of each hair.

Prepared a digital map of our heads. Model of our minds.

The folds of our brains. Strained spaghetti.

Our electrons were ten miles away. We could sway the hay by saying so.

The sun shone through our body parts. The weight of spacetime held us fixed. To the ground. Using millions of lightyears of endless energy. Quantum string puppetry.

By the might of a butterfly.

Nature is super. Fluous.

Anything you do or say. May be held against you.

In the bed of law.

Self-driving cars did their own deliveries and the people could all simply walk. Safely. Which meant they could also get drunk and smoke weed whenever they felt free.

Dr. Dre finally got his honorary PhD.

But the way they walked was never the same. They more like floated. On their souls. Dancing.

"Have you touched ground today?" The radio would say, "Go hang out with Momma Nature. Land."

Once they were all on the same webpage together. On Facebook. Saying whatever nonsense they wanted to. In celebration of Touret's. Communication day.

Anything goes.

A world full of tourists.

Thinking everything. Doing the right things.

The world was more organized then. And the people were agreed on everything. They celebrated naturally spectacular holidays. Like solstices and eclipses.

Reason just made more sense.

Words & Associates. Know dis.

And so, the way became obvious before them. And no politician could outdupe them. Stupidity was eradicated with fresh foods and vegetables.

Nutrified. The environment was shaped by their minds. Their phonetics connected to matter and they could build anything they ever wanted out of clay. Only to reshape it another day. Eventually everything returned to this playdoh.

Like a wave of defibrillation. Dominoes.

Satan's playthings.

Their education was so ongoing and reflexive. Such that no lesson was much more valuable than any other. There was plenty to learn from the infants. Who taught the elderly. Movement. To rock the cradle. Who taught the grade sixes. Kitchen and fixin' things. Who taught the forty-something crowd. How to shout out loud.

Nature is a pop-up story book.

The world worked like a pi diagram. Everyone got a slice. Fed, they were nice.

Sheltered, they rested.

History is a mess. Science said. The future is fact.

I have forgotten how to act.

Just pretend to.

Sound waves move right through you. You aren't even materially connected.

The force be with you.

A flame licking the earth's surface.

Burn!

Eternal sunbeams. We are all the same age.

The universe only has one age.

See ∞.

For more details.

From the stone age all the way to the space age.

Take me home.

The sheep and goats mowed. Non-toxic. Bio-automatically.

The chickens ate ticks and shit, perfect fertilizer.

While the cows mooed over the moon.

A slingshot of lost echoes.

Boomeranged.

The artists are all on drugs.

Even some of our economists are potheads.

Landscape architects.

Feng shuiing nature on mushrooms.

They grew greener grass than ever.

Neon lawns.

And figured out how to stop unwanted thunder. For dogs.

It's almost like this dream is lucid.

My id feels loose.

I'm all juicy.

They let the sea fallow.

To cleanse the ocean from nuclear leaks.

Refill the oil spills. Drilling down. Pumping petrol in. Stead.

Curing Gaia's acne.

They let the world go wild. And free.

So that they could eat kale and salmon again.

Without worrying.

They examined the exemplary. And cultivated it.

In petrie dishes. Magnificiently.

3-D printing. Organic organisms. Biological clocks.

The world is your greenhouse. The radio said. It was all in our heads.

Sociopathy. Psychopathy. Empathy.

Telepathy.

We are organic robots.

On a pebble in a bubble. We rummage through the rubble.

Compared to the bacteria we came from. You are humangous.

A trillion cells control who you are.

You don't own you.

Everybody knows this.

Careful what you wish for. Fatalists.

Sometimes we demolecularize and join the mist.

Off our thoughts to the cloud.

Decolonize and kiss.

Wirelessly we communicate. Without touching. Sometimes.

Something gets through.

The leaves with wet dew.

We are the few.

Empty-headed mulattoes.

Listening to the wind whistling through our ears.

The circus is about to begin!

We are all in the ring.

Bring it!

The circuit is complete.

Repeat the inevitable.

A sphere only has one side. The be side.

Whose side are you on?

In it for the long stretch. No need to remember anything anymore. Forget it.

The words are there before us. The common denominator.

Are we interconnected yet?

Where is my solar-powered jet?

In 2018 the Human Union issued a press release that worldwide democracy could easily be made available online. Sent a few computers to Mexico.

Everybody signed.

Outliers were brought into the fold. Nobles.

A unique breed of mold.

There was a unanimous strike. People refused to perpetuate the necessary nonstop economic growth put forth by the old order. Stayed in bed for weeks instead while arrangements were made for them.

Sometimes doing nothing is the best thing you can do.

The official edition was chiseled in gold.

All I'm trying to say is,

if we gave everything we had away,

we'd all have a lot more.

Petition competitions. Invention conventions.

Never is the end.

Nothing is pretend.

Abnormal is the new.

Normal.

Eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

For the sake of sake. Ice wines and all fine things. Hold hands and.

Watch where you're growing.