My mind has been stuck in space. I think I'll be writing about it a lot in the coming weeks. I just finished collaborating (my first time doing so) with a DeviantArt friend of mine on a poem about space. I'm really pleased with how it turned out and I'd like to share it with you.
Poem.
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Godspeed
sometimes i pretend i'm a dragonfly -
skimming across a pond
at midnight,
seeing things
all as a reflection,
and i'm not alone between the stars
deluded
prying open my consoles
convinced
if i can eat all the wires
i'll become a machine and not need air
and open all the windows
of my little ship to purge the oxygen
from my skin, a quiet and
translucent burden
i swear,
if i see one more
violent,
violet,
haunting-my-dreams
nebula
i'll open all the windows
and float on home:
(after all
my heart
is just an engine
made from the remnants
of a dying star)
sometimes
when i know no one
is watching, i'll turn on the speakers
spewing static and subsonic waves,
and interpret solar radiation
as sound, surrounding everything
with the voices of old gods
the billions and billions
of old gods
which is silly, because i'm the only soul out here, after all
give my apologies to the engineer
who built my little ship;
i'm afraid he won't want it when i return
as i've drawn all over it, you see,
images leaking from my head
where the cosmos have bent away
refracted dust and starlight
creeping from the windows
like curling frost
or cracks, chasing one another,
godspeed
i think the astronauts have
made a mistake: it's more lively up here
than any average day on the sun-soaked earth,
even if the craters and comets aren't alive, anyway:
if dust fades to dust, and if dust
is what was and what will be,
i've fallen further for it than anything else
(even if i am miles and miles and light years high)
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