leave

in whatever

can be found

and commandeered,

kites, tube trains,

44 gallon drums,

abandoning

gravity

as the first step
maintain

(in a nominal biosphere)

a skeleton crew

only

for pro-active archaeological

preparations

(to build

irrelevant yet enduring

monuments)

and to feed the animals

in the zoo
keep floating

outwards,

maintain a uniform

3-dimensional globe,

like the detritus

of a supernova

explosion

(but faster)
rush past

alien civilisations

and tweak their

spaceward

installations

with random data
become ions

fizzing

in the juice

of space,

and execute

anomalies of sub-particle

physics

with mathematical

precision
follow the curves

of space

that involute into

the curves of time,

and fall back

to the planet

as no more

than an idea

in the minds

of proto-men

cowering in firelit caves –

we will be God –

one day