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2001, A Space Odyssey, Consciousness, cosmic, death, future, Moon, Nietzsche, poem, poetry, Space
LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS
If was in the future
far into the future
I was giving a lecture
on The Moon
talking of the great symbols
of our collective cosmic consciousness
whilst you sat there
steeped in thoughts of death,
thinking of an ancient film
set on this very Moon
where Nietzschean superman
taps into alien presence, alien energies
is lifted out of sad species nihilism
but I
never having seen this film
kept spouting away
something
about the low gravity of this place
time here, I suppose,
moving slightly faster
ideas bouncing around
like nobody’s business
and our blue-brown
on its last legs sickly planet
at least with an
atmosphere however toxic
that might be
how long for that to remain
at the heart of these symbols, be
the fount of all our meanings
this barren, naked Moon
chaste female goddess
queen of
all unconscious mystery
enough
of a home for me.