My name isn’t terrestrial playwright with hunter sunglasses for nothing. 
Retreating to circuit theater was predictable, finding  
backwater exchange wears down seeing infrared.   
Meeting up, we stand around,  
 
crawl and cover gorged ground. A once frontier then.      
 
Then what if our adaptations wear out on the ground? What  
if our species’ reach, having pulled thru, pulled out?  
 
Your criticism is premature.