“In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
Peripheral vision & pseudo-knowledge of the future.
Different theories of what natural tolerance implied:
I realize I just needed a good deal of it before take-off.
Before activating the prayer capsule.
Just a heartbeat idea of what it feels,
Taking some kind of solid time drug.
Reboot the core,
Launch a probe –
T minus nought!
Still I hear faint voices.
I can barely remember.
I fear for my mom unit.
I’m only dysphoria & impaired speech.
So I try & concentrate on the off cycle:
The shadows! – Why am I here again?
Bauhaus – The Passion of Lovers (1981)
Peter Bies © 2011