Interstellar

by on Mar 7, 2010 in Poetry | 0 comments

By Freeman Ng

Between, time

freezes, the perfect

points of the un-astered stars

unmoving in their

fixed array: a field

 

through which

he streaks at many, many

times the speed

of light―through which he crawls, an unseen

ant across a desert.

 

He knew

the change and crush

of great acceleration, the scream

of engines giving way, sky’s blue

deepening to black―and then

than black, and the

unblinking stars in it.

 

He races

through the narrow

sharp edged spaces

of the ship, looks up

to see the beams and conduits

of a passage loom

and fade behind him. Plows

through ship stores, consuming

double rations, ravenous.

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