this twisting flexing bulging place
twisting this way and that
life giving planet water
between us our interface!
we are alive – can we enjoy the view?
or – do we suffer the mental rational terrible sickness disease now?
a granny wart growing old in white country north space
likes and numbers and ratings and comparing and destroying
and dying like a protestant, boring and fearful
who is dying here?
this is not nature tension normal – but a hand too close to the fire!
the good fire – staying there – working hard – so hard
this is ‘work-related’ disease time, a big dis-ease time
a time of graying technology
yes it was a beautiful description from the rational mind
and what would you do – if the technology failed you – and you were locked out- on the moon?
isolated and unplugged, moments, hours left – then – to be the first person to die on the moon
He was ready for all that!
He stepped right up!!
Actually He stepped right down off the LEM
north went south that day, in that place
interface place an amazing place
well? – is new perspective failing you?
are you not looking through the eyes of others at them?
ours, mine, yours, fused united, quartered and divided
intense the technology that got us here
intense the living on the jagged edge where you and I meet
!! / !!
it’s a hard time a terrible sky
I see you looking at me
I see me looking at you
one and one
me and you in the shared space, the north south country
the sacred space
the exit / entry place
the interface place
heaven and hell
I hope I can laugh