Tags
Alien, Consciousness, death, identity, poem, poetry, science fiction, Solaris
for the duration of the blackout
I watched Solariswondering how
I might be duplicated, might be
duplicate alreadyevery moment a
fresh copy assuming I am
the same consciousnessbut if I were sentient ocean
it is you I would clone, creating you
if not as you were, simply as
I remember youwatching you stare across my alien seascape
feeling, for all your new life, vital energy
a hole at the heart of your being
that nothing can assuagesuddenly, the light returns
Chris and Rhea are in their old apartment
in an alternate universe where
she
does not diealternate universe where questions of
life and death, truth and meaning
are absolutely irrelevant, now
that all they are
is Solarismy thoughts of you stirring
old longings
memory of
failure
pain
of lossperhaps there is such a Solaris out there
it
will call me
find mea light
will switch on