(1)
Ion the deep seas…
A fucking waterfall like Niagara falls except bigger than the sky at night, Third Great Cultural leap forward Population levels tripled
and life expectancy reached almost 150, the last 50 years were crippled
voyeurism, millions opted for euthanasia.
An enormous space vessel was built, a thousand zetas litres in length, a
shadow hanging over and darkening; a new and ominous man made moon.
They selected sent the poor, the unwashed, the filthy beggars and
thieves, those who stole bread to eat. They rounded them up and organised and
catalogued them as cargo on a ship, with ten thousand volunteers from the ranks
of scientists, politicians, and other successful types.
Five billion soles and they catapulted them into space. Sleeping in their
final sepulchre, their tomb of ashen metal, with only a sensor to find some
purchase to cling upon the hope of water.
Space must be made here on earth, resources are strained. There is no
more space in the oceans, we cannot plant any more algae, perhaps this is a
kinder fate than to let them starve, and we have plans for the future. This
ship is perhaps the first of many, there are too many people and this is the
most humane solution
Many on earth tracked its course as it left the solar system, its flames
fading, detaching its rockets, its butterfly wings spreading, stretching out,
pure white sails catching a zephyr of light, and slow burning radiation
particles.
Long years passed, and it was noted, however, no word or sign came of
its fate, if they sleep forever let them be testament to our passing as time
ends.
ii)
The ocean of space,
Sensors had fired,
detecting ice in the deep gloom.
The trigger switched, the lights flicked on, they awoke in the seep,
drifting from their long entombed sleep, retching and coughing slouching in
their chemical soup, the droop of their spine, and pale white skin – far-sight
in long unblinking eyes,
And looked around to
see this mighty tomb, stretching deep to the roof, under white lights, bright,
searing sight,
Row, upon row, of Row, upon row, stretching from wall to wall, and the
computer had decided let there be life. Small speakers sounded in the silence
of their new found awareness, Osmosis, Memories, and Water
The ruling class were woken first. There task was to organise the new
civilization. They were Engineers and Scientists. They calculated that the ice
on the asteroid was insubstantial to support the cargo. Therefore they decided
to build a fleet of ten thousand ships by deconstructing the vessel. When the
ships were completed they would revitalise the cargo. Quantities of Algae,
Iron, steel and Magnesium had been stored. They would use Oxygen as fuel,
distilling liquid oxygen from the Ice on the Asteroid.
Each spaceship was given a certain amount of fuel, however, a great
despair was upon them for they had no real means to explore into space, and
they knew not which way to go. This was their truest and most noble sacrifice, a
Darwinian surge of Fatalism, if they had regarded themselves as elite and had
chosen to use this ice only to live to deep old age, and let this deep slumber
continue, millions would have slept I limbo for eternity.
Thus as appointed, the cargo was revitalised and were told of this
hopeless task at hand, and some wept and laughed for what fear of death or
sleep could evade them now, at this final chance.
Twenty years - the great awakening, dismantling, and building of this
great venture. For twenty years they sailed lost into space and they found
bloated planets and piercing stars and did despair, chance is the fancies of a
mere child, and the doom of these people was at hand, for harshness they find
here, some bacteria hatched in some misspent soup, scavengers on the scrap we
leave behind. Jet-flames die, wink and stutter into cannibalism, drifting on
their course, only fuel enough to stop and humanity flounders here in the deep
unknown.
We had watched this and we were puzzled, puzzled at the iniquity of this
people doomed as an abstraction upon our great desire, and design had decided
simply to extract themselves from their little womb and grow something to early
maturity, had deigned to break free and journey such, and we were puzzled and
decided they must die.
An old man mutters,
“Wreckage- glorified
after-birth, convulsions of Stars and cosmic mist, the convoluted rage of
Chorus and Ra’ persuade us of their munificence, exalted they tower
imponderable, sickening in their silence, they always evade this time, and I am
nothing in their echoing crescendo of light.
Surrounding and stupefying me with their
imponderable meaninglessness.
Orion flagrant and unjustified, espouses no
greater heart than Ophelia,
An explosion rumbles in the distance,
Carnage of light echoing into the universe
Immensity……………………………
Constant and unintelligible, all things surround me, infinitesimal,
Occiouipia,
cornocopoiacia – Ieduist.
Infinatum
Dominus.
Donimatafous.
Deep pining in the subconscious ………………………………………..”
Then hearing this she had gone among them in the early morning, dressed
in light and sound; as beautiful as perfection is imitation and as warm as the
light of life.
A small child noticed her,
“Small child, remember
this, tell your learned fathers that you know the way”
Then pointing the way deep into space, and the small child knew and
understood;
this was our wisdom, chariots of fire, thundering hoofs in
the distance, a mighty horn sounds, lightning scars the skies and I see blazing
eyes of fire in the deep night,
Lo’ the small child went to the learned father of the ships and said
“I know the way, show
me thy sails and I will guide thee like the wind, “
Taken aback were they by this great and ancient wisdom and memory in
their heart’s, for know they remerged Earth in their heads, and deep was their
sadness, and deep was their despair at the endless night alas round them.
All the ships were lost except the one with the small child, the small
child who was now a man, for she kept them under some god-like murk, to hide
from the scavengers of perception, those designed to purge this great whole of
bacteria and all those who chew upon energy.
‘Kept the saints in the darkening doom, face beyond the dreaming gloom, sorrowful
faces follow, and my sadness is complete, Sensuality which is yours, is now a
memory for me, And I am lost without you, in all your shapes and guises, Seldom
could I pin a sense upon your sweet Curves, Spin inquisitiveness too strong a
taste upon my tongues,
For me to forget unfailing sentience, unless it falls from my fading eyes,
Sentiment departs unwilling beyond mine sight, what ears to hear your wedging
sleight?
Upon what venture do you lead us here, through darkness night and
despair, yet still I see your slender body, Cast a flesh and light warm about me as here I
struggle, Lost and dying in the endless swallowing night, a blight upon My
eyes, your beauty always is, for the stars wheel about my head and Way is set, mine
eyes remember the charts and the ways which I was Told to go in your black
eyes, what do I see but beautiful Bairns with blonde hair, Looking back at me,
through the frosted glass of time, icicles that a wear like Crown which binds
me to my duties, and my fancies are few and what if
Derelicts despair of the dawn and the quiet of the sombre morn To water
we venture through these drifts of time Cornucopia, avid Vitas Vainglorious,
Decadence, Seduces me unfailingly, and I know the time and the date, For such
is my purpose, to be touched by such wonder as yours and What if I love is
nothing more than a ghost to me,”
She smiled at the gentleness of these people, her energy in the deep
satyrs,
“Sleep Sailor, dream
of the deep, I am the light and the whole” And she lay with him. Whispering in
his sleeping ear,
“An old man claws at my knee and wants to speak with you, and my father
pays you little heed, for no loyalty you have paid to him, and his brother
sends you along paths to meet his other brother, I will not confuse with Hennaed.
Such is the way with us. Your energy, subdues us to nothing and creates us paranormal
in the Satyrs of the sky, ravaged and beautiful,
I am a friendly spirit that guides you to some sparse humility and
chance for what is ache? A thing for us exiled from your people Aeons ago, we
are the just and the fast, cast the dice, thrice, and every number read thee.
Strange paths are conjured by the wise, for your kind to find; still we
know that all is flux. Fluid is your matter, but fixed is your mind. The paths
we set for you to find in the deep darkness, which is our witless design, or do
you feign to find ourselves privileged unbecoming in the great unknown, some
ancient and silent witness that is the gift of our attention.”
And Lo’ her winds send them to water, and the young boy was now an old man
as the first plastic dome was built upon the asteroid.
And the Great Quasar acquiesced,
Vacuous Externalism Bound Centimetre
Concert Valid, Concavity radium,
Slower pathogens off Circumferences cross.
Liberty Cornucopia avarice,
Constellation
The sun has fallen from the sky
Acquiesce
Pacific
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