REQUIEM FOR A COSMONAUT

‘The ineluctable modality of the inaudible’ – James Joyce

Convulsions of an immortal mentality
Felt through the cosmonautical agony
In zero gravity

Suspended Slavic limbs
Levitating earthly dreams
The collected unconscious

And the cosmonauts’ karmic reflections
Their mirrors of common thread
Are invisibly directed…
By the willpower of the unknown
A blurred paradigm over aeons

An indiscernible mental storm
Requiems in foetal form
A death sleeping
Human memory slipping
Merging
With an alien emerging

Through the shards of glass
Comes a phantom of the past
Wooed by an isolated occupant
In apocraphyl reveries somnambulant

Window on galactic space
Rhomboid of light on her face

Wife of an astronomer
Transposed closer -
False rebirth of a past adventure
Her presence -
A product of his essence

The planetary mind
In time & tide
draws on the oceans
the continents
of his conscience

Sentient gravity on the bloodstreams
Earthy yearnings for her hills and streams

Terrestrial appetence
Not celestial indifference

She
An amorous poltergeist
Seemingly real
With sudden impulses
And little tragedies for fingers
Penetrates through the barriers
Corridors of steel
Chambers of this maze
Alpha-Omega of this satellite
Fixed in the unblinking gaze
Of the planet’s light

Astronomer under a cosmic microscope
Eloping with necromantic hope
But…for the cosmonaut
Isolation is the torment

Mistress to space travellers
His renascent wife wanders…
…Labyrinths of space laboratories…
Libraries of trigonometry

She
Corporeal yet non-physical
Summoned by the unconscious
Bleeds light impulses across time-lapses
Mimicking the memories of elation and anguish
Paroxysm of paradox – she collapses

The womb of time out of control
His tomb of memory released
Iron enters the soul
Across the pre-natal vacuum
Before and after a requiem
Once enraptured
Now captured…

The planet’s mortal mirrors of sea
Face to face with the portal of infinity
Between nullity and eternity

As human sentience under the gaze of this sphere
Is appropriated then disappears

The final evolution?
The ultimate execution?

The roar of Aion………………..

The silence

© Dariusz Roberte

  • Elizium

    Elizium

    Such rhythmic writing Dariusz…this makes me feel like I’m staring up at a starry night sky…each sentence creating lines between every star…mesmeric!!

    ...Congratulations

    Elizium

  • Darvek

    Darvek

    Many thanks Elizium.

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