On a capsule we gather.
We gather 20 trillion humans.
In this capsule to the stars we gather
yondered
fields of dust and allergens,
books of bones and markets of skins.
We shall fit between
space and time here in this capsule.
Upstairs, above,
in the city plains of Earth,
they go to lunch buffets.
Cooking oil drips down to the tunnels
where this capsule runs
with the rest of humanity gathered.
Here, in this way,
all the Universe is filled in,
mercilessly unstopping.
So should we love the collective,
or should we love the lore?