At the beginning, breathing is shallow, a slight breeze with
smoke creeping over valley north and south, can you smell
the burnt hills? / I could almost taste it on your lips, when we
dreamed mud was poised to slide
down into Gaia's smouldering lap.

The undulating trail of a snake becomes human footprints,
while the new epoch drums on diaphragms below rasping
lungs. One turn up, one turn down, on a path that's hiding
Old Stony Face behind a testiment of scorched vegetation.

Can you hear the voices of ancient bards in, "the hot, wet
and complex system such as a living cell"?

 

 

 

can you smell: D Ostmann, From, “Santa Ana Winds.”
the hot, wet: J. McFadden and J. Al-Khaliti, "The Origins of Quantum Biology." Proceedings A., The Royal Society, 2018.