WAYS TO FEEL MAGNIFICENT


Electricity backup system check stabilisers check fuel temperature check oxygen levels check
went to the bathroom check T minus three two one liftoff leaving earth atmosphere check

Silence. The stars and galaxies form flickering lines and patterns shooting through space from lightyears away. In the cockpit the screens and indicators surround the body with rapid flashes of information. 
How are you feeling out there? What do you long for?

The internet is my infinity of little white sparks of utopia. I click my way through sound video image text dancing fragments of conversation. The internet keeps promising the fulfilment of my deepest desires. As I keep clicking I keep clicking I want to go deeper and deeper and
deeper and deeper: 
“Tell me who I am”
As I click faster and faster the lcd crystals slowly melt into the shape of the perfect face.
It answers: “Everything”

What is imagination?
The astronaut climbs out of the spacecraft and pushes lightly away with his feet. Slowly and gently the shape of white spacesuit dances through noir.
By now the mind has created several games to play in there out there in the light in the
space in the sound in the thought in the nothing in the nada.
The sun keeps reflecting on the bent plexiglass at the front of the helmet.
The astronaut keeps kicking and rotating through the black.
Starfish lose their arms in coral reefs but new ones keep growing out.

The Planets the Zodiacs the Distance the Science, The Memories
the Loved Ones the Future the Money the Worry the War.
The perfect face is laughing looking quite sexy its lips uncover the teeth.
I need to pee but first I go on youtube and watch lions making love in the African savanna.

The astronaut has no voice nor face nor story and is but a shape floating around somewhere.
The astronaut pulls on a wire and returns to the airlock leading into the spaceship.
The astronaut undresses thinks thoughts watches screens eats canned food with added vitamins.
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