Thylias Moss
Here come the cosmic bulletscelestial gravy
of atomic nuclei, cosmic ray debris
when stars fall apart, champions od decay
Inside the space ship
with intention just to orbit
astronauts close their eyes
and nuclei of iron, nuclei of oxygen
penetrate --no; too mild
(imagine strikethrough of penetrate above,
italicized penetrate here)
and nuclei of iron, nuclei of oxygen
attack, barrel through the eyeball
and the astronauts must see these flashes of light
--that is the only kind of light I want to honor
the unkind that refuses blindness
that requires accessibility of itself
unlike a poem that will be only one form of text --could I type better, then this would I make
with literal closed eyes
Come on cosmic rays, giddyup; arrive
already, energetic particle beasts
from incredibly distant sources; get here
and bore through just one
of my chromosomes and change, change, change it (all one line)
for all the descendants such mutation
might make impossible
or unnecessary
it's the off chance (maybe the usual situation)
of a survival advantage, gift of the gamma,
gift of beyond gamma
of a change that is survival advantage
that makes me crave plunge,
the billions of atomic daggars
--choose me, me; I'll go under and under
the dazzle
that renders me useless
for what I've always been
not that I've had enough of that
but to hear the magnetic noise of the galaxy
and to join in its making
dominating, dominating
undermining all other music
that writes itself against
this magnetic noise
saying everything
saying encompass
saying totality, totality
saying totality, totality
though totality
cannot possibly be perceived.
--not a period, a greatly magnified
cosmic particle, concentration
of repeated hits
right herehereherehereherehere
--imagine friction
to accompany the fire I feel,
to endorse.
--also not a period.
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