For quite some time, it seems, if the myths are meant to believed:
First, there was the eruption,
terrible and pyroklastically unavoidable;
no one could get away.
Ravenous and rabid,
It came for us all.
And then the ash cloud,
and then the volcanic winter.
How our ancestors survived
is beyond me; I can understand arguments both for and against
a bottleneck, and a flaming wreck
of a human collective psyche
for many many years.
And it absolutely explains our fear
of the dark, and maybe even everything queer.
Nothing else has ever left such an impact.
Oh no.
Not Toba;
I mean, I could see how that might obtain.
But no.
I was talking about Spectrum.
Switch off your rights to conserve
an ecstatic victory.
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