how wonderful it must be
on Mars tonight,
I mean now, at 02:15...
through bursts of silence
I feel sciences that
as yet have no name,
I feel them through
the pulses of my
nervous system...
from here, I can smell
orchids on Venus, and
dream photographs of
ultimate strange devices
rising from the wells
of buried cities, hear
the shadow prowlers
of the singing void
and sense the
enchanted sleepers
in their metal moon...
I get this far
and my visions fail,
but how wonderful to be
on Syrtis Major tonight
while they invent songs
that resemble fragments
of darkness, that smell
of gasoline
and napalm...
and dream
that tomorrow
we’ll watch the
snowfall on Saturn...
*With two lines sampled from The Shape of Further Things by Brian Aldiss, 1970.
on Mars tonight,
I mean now, at 02:15...
through bursts of silence
I feel sciences that
as yet have no name,
I feel them through
the pulses of my
nervous system...
from here, I can smell
orchids on Venus, and
dream photographs of
ultimate strange devices
rising from the wells
of buried cities, hear
the shadow prowlers
of the singing void
and sense the
enchanted sleepers
in their metal moon...
I get this far
and my visions fail,
but how wonderful to be
on Syrtis Major tonight
while they invent songs
that resemble fragments
of darkness, that smell
of gasoline
and napalm...
and dream
that tomorrow
we’ll watch the
snowfall on Saturn...
*With two lines sampled from The Shape of Further Things by Brian Aldiss, 1970.