Savagery as art
intellectualised
Is one of those spinning thoughts where supernovae are no
more
Than eye candy
an explosion
Switched on by dieties
With not much else to do but
Float and game and think about
Savagery as an art form
as a
Chess piece perhaps a rook in the shape of a skyscraper
Humans reaching for the stars whilst staying
Firmly rooted to the ground in Terra
Deep in Terror firm
Where savagery is a
totem
Of art appreciation
Spinning
In a gallery halogen light no more direct light
On the canvases because of the risk of photonic
damage
Clutching a rail on the side of the spacecraft
My own totem
My only home so far out here in space
With a starfield as my canvas
Enveloped by stellar phenomena
Clothed in many colours we will never
Ever see on
This spacewalk this floating to a state where
Savagery is less of a political statement and more of
An artistic one free from ideology and sense
It makes sense of the anarchist’s symbol I painted on the
back of my suit
It is my gesture to the stars
A small one
But I think God understands
September 2011
1 comments:
Nice article! Seems like you know what you say
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