Into the depths of, and then further into space;
inevitability makes your stride like a needle, shooting further until erased-
her eyes tunnel through space, like a wreckage, devouring;
and her eyes widen eagerly, her snarl is a meteor. Showering-
her face is the whole of Andromeda, waiting to tear you apart;
and her body is the space, too; indeed the void;
hurdling radiation over you-
cold dead space, is like a body that descends, over the junkyard of ships. Crumbles a sound deafening.
and yet no sound is heard, as you fall into gravity’s grip and pull;
Saturn lifts fools up without pity, devouring wanderers until made full.
She hovers over, indeed, indeed;
Orion, the belt that squares. And cold freezes tumbling skin to the touch. Her giggles up, over, and all around her lair.
and she fidgets a giggly grin, that is the laughter of space itself;
like a woman, her body embraces man-
and like a wedding, her face is the veil…
And the cold. Horrible, inevitable cold. Uses bodies as limbs to waltz;
she is the jester that prances about,
using star dust she lathers for suds and bath salts-
and the mind too, is vulnerable;
the day mankind! And into the depths of the space thereof…
Into the depths of space unutterable.
Talks about the dangers of space travel.
Copyright July 18, 2017