Friday, August 20, 2010

A Geocentric Model

Red dust explodes on the planet’s surface below
Far below
Further than yesterday
As in a dream
In slow motion
In silence equal to forever
I watch without reaction
Impervious to hope
My orbit fixed
My body frozen
I don’t care what they do now
Now that I am beyond redemption
Now that my future is beyond imagining

For I have no levers to pull
No wires to tap
The world runs its affairs oblivious
To the dreams of honourable men

Red liquid explodes on the glass surface below
Far below
Further that tomorrow
This is no dream
In slow motion
A scream contained in a vacuum
I watch my hand’s reaction
Frames cut from a film
My eyes fixed
My orbit freezing
I don’t care what they do now
Now that I am beyond redemption
Now that my imagining has no future.

2 comments:

Harlequin said...

loved the parallels in the first and last stanzas; and the whole thing hangs there, hovering, saying the unsayable, naming the un-namable, the seep of the words so relentless.
wow.
thanks!

Garth said...

Harlequin: The idea of a man trapped in orbit comes from PK Dick's "Dr Bloodmoney"

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