part 8
Sound
dont
travel in space, see?
though
any radio knows
the
static bombarding receivers
transmits
what
has taken place in the night time sky
-echoes
permeating
the time by which they travel-
screaming
energy,
searching
for a sympathetic ear.
The
Sirens
of
the sea converse amidst
the
human voice and all the entertainment
the
world transmits to space,
where
the universe advertises its existance
beyond
the censorship of atmosphere
and
the boundaries of states.
In
You,
in
fact, these are the building blocks
electro-magnetically
missing the world,
your
love, belief, family, fortune and fate,
Paradoxically
imprisoned
in flight and free
to
explore space,
having
put some distance
between
yourself and dissillusionment.
What
impels
you
into
ambition?
Condensing
life into Einstein's tram ride
toward
and away from the town clock.
Judging
speed and distance by light,
whereby,
the dark ocean in which you sail
submerged,
is also scaled around you.
By
you, in fact,
the
cosmos enters consciousness,
dependant
as much on what you can imagine
as
what you see, out the window.
First
may eyes see
more
stars than you imagine counting.