We bent time into space.
The trans-atomic engine blinked three times
as our spaceship, BRANWREN, accelerated,
shot forth, piercing the darkest abyss,
hurtling toward far Centaurus.
Before she blinked again, we were
half-way there, where sounds are
sonic eclipses, smells multiply like prime
numbers, and sights flare with infrared shock.
Tired but exhilarated,
committed to the nth degree, we stare
fixedly at hundreds of blue-green instrument
panels. We leave nothing to chance. We are
Star-Voyagers, released from the mass of humans
still trapped on a dying planet. Liberated from its heavy
gravity, our brains accelerate faster than our ships.
We travel across the Milky Way's arc into the Beyond.
We are the Angels of a New Creation!
When I read this poem, I think of the speaker's desire to escape from the mundane, the boring, from the mass of humans trapped on a dying planet. The poet makes this happen in the most delectable way- - the BRANWREN that can catapult its passengers toward Centaurus. Forget Port Trakl, there's a new planet in town for those ready to be the Angels of a New Creation.- -only 11 million light years away. What is the meaning of Branwren. I'm ready for chapter 2....
Very amazing poem shared on adventure and about future journey. This is entirely like new creation of angels. Wise drafting shared on.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written) Especially I love the first line! 'We bent time into space' And don't like the idea if dying planet ( Well, who would like the Earth to die? Centaurus?) Next time you could write about far Swan. It certainly has Kepler, a brother of our Earth)