Eagle, Crab, left behind...past baby cries
Deeper through Andromeda, Sagittarius.
Does Light exist more than Darkness?
Through Darkness to Light?
Through Light to Darkness?
Waves of spatial life support.
Waves of cigared captains chewing
Through asteroid showers, storms...
Savoring instrument panels
Gone wrong...
Back-up systems warning
Back-up systems
Blinking red...
Voicing beyond Darkness,
Arriving where voices of dinosaurs
Trumpet,
Tectonics grind mountains to clouds.
Sound cannot be destroyed.
Sound travels...
Transporting curses of captains
Not seen again.
Forever heard.
I didn't work myself into a Kierkegaardian headache. The possible influence of an old Jefferson Airplane cut playing in a distant room has been dismissed, as has any personal geneologic reference. A very, very lengthly absence of any of Stan Owsley's magic may have at one time found reference, but not today. Without knowing at all why, I simply enjoyed 'Another Space/Time Triviality'... very much! ('Trail-Mix' for the mind?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ooooo.......I like this kind of write! Made me think of an old Flash Gordon episode. Now those were the REAL starwars, right down to the cigar smoking captains! Love a good extra-terrestrial read - fantastic imagery! Linda