Ekphrasis

DROSSELMEYER: What a feat it is (what a tasty treat, indeed) to eat one’s cake as part of your feed. But triglycerides tend to lend it an ersatz imprimatur:

“What’s that?” you ask. “It just can’t be done! Balancing the benign with the malign neutralizes none!”

“Oh, yes,” I’ll say, “my frabjous son. Through chromomeres and transposons (and by every beast of burden), our history is ripe with derring-do deeds, its true worth ascribed to no one.”

“But we’re not forever, and all things must stop!”

“That’s right,” I say, “Callou! You daft fop!”

DROSSELMEYER: Let us go then, you and me (not I, but me), across vast stretches of polymer seas to an archipelago made of plastic. It’ll support our weight (and a dodo bird’s, too), by a sustenance hydromiasmic:

“Yikes! That?” You screamed. “I see what you’ve memed, but it’s really not anything prescient. You simply must read the whole text in full, but then the semantics are vacant.”

“Reading?” I demur, “What’s that?” I shout. “I’ve lost all sense of tempo and measure. Skimming’s for water, you see, my boy, and trench foot will never you suffer!”

DROSSELMEYER: Polypeptides fuse with DNA to produce brave new life forms. Creatures of unending slipperiness then form who slither among themselves in search of grippable prey. The feat grows more and more impossible as oil becomes as commonplace in the construction of an organism’s bio-housing as calcium carbonate had been in the casings of billion-year-old life forms that once roamed the sea. A comet sets the planet ablaze and Laniakea grows cold.