Poem: 69
Friday, 24 February 2017
Hyperspace leaps.
Poetry is dangerously efficient.
Skipping steps? Nay, light years
Hundreds of millions of miles
Vast distances of space
Keeping us separated
From truth.
Our muse-drive
Takes us there
In an instant.
Transporting us past slow logic.
If we go the long way chaps,
By the time we get there,
Our crew will be dead.
But dangerous, treacherous —
Because in these loose associations
Even the slightest
Errors, fallacies compound quickly
Landing us in the heart of a star
True destination, in true space
But a truth we are not meant to hold.
Emotions have taught me
Profound respect for their intelligent language
No, not irrational
Hyper-rational!
Dense packets, tea leaves.
Easy to misread, divine
Falsely — to utter silly nonsense
With the voice of gods
But the voice of gods
Nonetheless.
