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Farawayity


”There must be someway out of here”

Voyager I
Voyager II

How deep is space?

Thumb replies with print

Range answers with jaggedness

Beyond replies with beyond and beyond

I answer with the collected madness
of my categorical imperatives
and a body
that shoots out
beneath my observations
from the hide-outs
of my name,
shrouding a flickering point
of cognition
inside the shimmer
of Gamelan Semar Pegulingan Saih Pitu

How deep?

How far?

Thought answers with thought

Body replies with sentience

Feet answer with path

Mist replies with obscurity

Gamelan Semar Pegulingan Saih Pitu
answers with shimmer

I say Voyager travels my knuckles

I am a build-up

Selfawareness
is the ultimate exploration;
blind matter
taking on an ”I”,
finding ”itself”
in ”myself”

asking how deep it is,
sending Voyager I, Voyager II
into this question,
passing the star AC+79 3888
of the constellation Camelopardalis (I)
in forty thousand years,
passing Sirius (II)
in two hundred ninety-six thousand years

yet hardly moving,
all things considered

all things considered

faces taking on apparitions,
smiling,
then fading away
in this dance
of cognition

and you must catch life
as it soars,
see faces appear and recede,
dust to dust,
leaving recollections
of familiar looks
and a good word
in deep space

stacking moments
into the farawayity
of the shimmer
of Gamelan Semar Pegulingan Saih Pitu,
the gamelan trickling
down perception
like cool drops of fresh water
from melting ice
over a rock face;

the feet of an ant
rustling
under coniferous trees




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Publicerad 2020-07-31 12:28



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