this twisting flexing bulging place
twisting this way and that
life giving planet water
between us our interface!
hey you on the other side!
we are alive!
can we enjoy the view?
or – do we suffer mental rational terrible sickness disease?
the granny wart growing old in white country north space
the likes and numbers and ratings and comparing and destroying
and the dying
like a protestant, boring and fearful
this is not nature tension normal – but a hand too close to the fire!
the good fire – staying there – working hard – lugging the motor
this is a ‘work-related’ disease time, a big dis-ease
yes it was a beautiful description from the rational mind
so 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!!
No – he stepped right down – off the LEM
north went south that day
in that place
well? – is a new perspective failing you? are you lugging the machine?
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 we meet
!! / !!
it’s a hard time
a terrible sky
I see you looking at me
I see me looking at you
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