Galactic Interchange & Repercussions

Here, the final chapter of a nine part series for the Tenth Daughter of Memory.

The first chapter can be found here.

Lake Erie blew her bottom out.
This particle accelerator
the collider
was meant by the Universal Demons--
aliens from time immemorial--
to reset the universe.
"Ah, foiled."
I, no they,
the great moving monoliths
of Jupiter
minds hidden by ferocious storms
conspired to thwart what they imagined
to be the ends of their life
harrowing and tortured as it was.
These stupid humans
questing
scientific minds
Pandora's box
half cracked lid.
Together through the winds
the ionic charges
sinking always into the fluid interior
they connected and
connected with me.
Together we built the Mirror Superconductor
and when the switch was flipped
the button pushed
depressed
an anti-reciprocity transpired,
a cancellation of sorts
effected a myriad of possibilities—be it
a Narcissus entrancement or an Archimedial conundrum
the results would be consistent and infinite.

A tainted history of earth
the shortcomings of a super race
billions live and billions die as life
is but a glimpse into eternity,
and millions thrive while millions more suffer
where empathy is a dung beetle
rolling dung.
We live alone as one in one body.
But on the great gas giant
Jovian monoliths
great hulking mountains
are few compared to the breadth of their world.
Their minds are immense and control a body
of impressive proportions,
so formidable is the brainpower
of this Sentiant that easily one could control
a thousand smaller bodies.

A switch thrown, a button pushed,
the great red eye and a million storms
the thunder claps the lightning
electrical powers untold unknown undeniable
throws a spark across the solar system
connecting my lowly mind
together with like minds
a billion like minds
selfish mortal minds
synapses across the galaxy
to mesh and contract and meet
the Jovian threat.

On this their new home,
one Jovian occupies the body
of a hundred
or a thousand,
two thousand hands.
They operate together for the good of all
often from hundreds of miles apart.
A man in Brazil shares the Jupiter mind of
a man in Africa, and in Alaska,
and in Egypt, all over the earth.
What is good for one man is of benefit
to the other, all men and women
everywhere
in every environ
sharing.
Growing, multiplying and evolving in greatness
to overshadow with wisdom
the wickedness of demons.

On Jupiter
each Jovian body houses a
thousand human souls,
the body is weather worn
integrated to the hellish troposphere,
but the human spirit is weak
and discordant wails spill
unimpeded from every mouthless giant
as it flails with the coordination
of a thousand disconnected exertions.
They hurl themselves between
pyres and zonal floes
choking on ammonia
sucking methane
for an eternity
the hell we were warned of
the hell we were promised.

I am here, with many,
in this one body on Jupiter.
Struggling to compose and rule
my body.
The Jovians have left a strand intact
a passage to earth for me alone.
It is there, should I choose.
Somehow I feel my place is here
on Jupiter
on hell
with my family of souls.
I strive to teach, together we could unite
and conquer this world
regain our lofty status.
Vanity perhaps
though I strive yet in vain.
The thread will close soon...
I'd best be on it.