''A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam " ( Carl Sagan) .
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What is my mission toward such a distant sensitive realm
that fills me with a sens of mystical vertigo ?
this void is nothing but silent melancholy ,
drifting in the unfathomable cosmic ocean .
Pressurized bottle containing a message for help
that will never wash up on any accessible shore...
My stellar roadmap is as certain as a capricious
speck of dust who is caught up in an ultimate
illusion that is constantly sleeping away ...
We claim to solve the mystery through the lens
of a shattered mirror that frightens us
with its elusive vastness ...
Tech ambassadors full of ourselves
are set off on a one-way journey ,
bearing engraved upon their metallic flesh
the expression of our most sublime feelings
which conceal the depth of our folly...
'' Houston we can't hear you anymore !
Do we have an autism spectrum disorder
with the planet of the Elves ? ''
The inhabitants from Sirius are pure spirits
that inspire the music of spheres...
They come wandering in my dreams ,
allowing me to escape this little pale note of blues...
My home and my curse ...
'' Good bye carl ! ''
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Sagan would love this my friend
His message is a universal masterpiece of poetry !
Indeed
Earth is the only place we can survive, but it remains our prison. We're caught in the "sealed bottle" of our own consciousness, drifting across a shoreless ocean.
Beautiful poem!
Intelligence without a conscience is but the ruin of the soul !
Lorenz, I’ve always connected with that Sagan sense of scale…how small we are, but still searching anyway. This brought that feeling right back for me. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
We live in a remote suburb of the galaxy ...
If even that. For sure.
Tragedy of human existence is not ignorance but awareness of our own smallness in an infinite universe.
Nicely done .
Our house is burning and we look away ...
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