Gary David Johnson
GROUND CONTROL, TO MAJOR TOM
(To an Addict Dying Young)
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You’ve lifted off to cool and silent space
May never see again ― may not embrace ―
Those many left below, broke bonds to each
To find this lone and distant empty place
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You’ve slipped away to regions they can’t reach
Forgone even the need for human speech
Alone you wander, too far to retrace
The long way back; it’s much too wide a breach
! you go on, no burdens now to face
So
For there is...something...you will always chase
This far away, there is no right or wrong
Without return, there will be no disgrace
! space has gravity, sometimes quite strong
Yes,
But silence?...No. It sings the Sirens’ song
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THE CONE - ISSUE #3 - AUTUMN 2014