Personal Log, Lt.Cmdr. Adele Mundy, TSN… something
The spiral swirl of Caltrons in the dark
Mirrors the spirals in our DNA.
Or do our spirals, Clotho’s spindle, wind
Our lifethread in remembrance of lost gods,
Ancestral demiurges who have fled
Into the vaster dark beyond the Rim?
Bio-mechanic whispers through the brain
Confound all sense, and expectation drowns:
Sound traces glowing tracks on burning nerves,
While light vibrates through blood and bone, and shakes
The skin that hears, the gut that sees, the eyes
That breathe dark vacuum, shudder, and explode.
To call them doors is insufficient,
The bright abyss between realities,
Not bridged. There is no bridge; only a fool
Who takes a step out into nothingness
And doesn’t fall, for now. A fool returns,
Hopes to return, and finds that time has flown
That stars have burned, and nothing is the same.