It cannot be maintained by the crawling system
(ninety-nine hundredths of what is undeniable)
that there are no degrees of impossibility
However we think it advisable to proceed
with reference to the law
in its absolute extreme of simplicity
And with enunciation of these numbers
if the orange be understood
upon any given plane
Fulfillment of any ends proposed
should leave no clouds behind
which we will explain more fully hereafter
As a separate ring
proportional to the number
although all must admit
A condition of positive normality
empirically confirmed at all points
without reference to the law
In its absolute extreme of simplicity
which led to such a result
by way of calling attention
To the home or homes of that “system”
in effect precipitating themselves
at least those which you term “animate”
A condition of positive normality
gradually merged in the general
by the skirts of the Sun’s atmosphere
……………
Poe’s last published work was a long-winded treatise titled “Eureka”. It has been called a prose poem but I don’t see much poetry in it. What I see is an epic struggle to make sense of the universe by a man of undeniable genius who had recently lost the love of his life and coped with more than his share of darkness for most of his short life. (He lived to age 40.) This poem of mine is my way of high-lighting the lunacy of the argument against the reality of Climate Change by borrowing the language (I mean the literal phrases) from Poe’s high-energy “Eureka”. I don’t want the reader to think that I am making fun of Poe whose work illuminates the darkest chambers of the profoundly troubled American psyche in the mid-nineteeneth century.
