The air has now been depleted,
and there is now a weight in your breathing.
but your minds still ecstatic
on the seascape of inertia
knowing the vacuum of limbo will be your home
So you perform your last rites
with the few megabytes, a means of decorum
for your family and loved once,
who shall remain on the blue stone
as you journey forwards far beyond heaven's door.
Now the fog horn dims of reminiscent stains
with the Technicolor visions
of your lovers dimpled face
Enfolding in its everlasting sublime grace
And crawling towards
your ensconced cerebrum
is the titillating fragrance
of a voluptuous debutante
Embracing the traces of yours life's virginity
on her bed
you are spread
the stellar sensual bliss
for your climax: a frozen afterglow
Before I scrolled down and saw your POET'S NOTES I concluded these were the last thoughts of a cosmonaut out of oxygen. I didn't see on a space walk in a suit but in a dying spaceship. Your scenario has more resonance. What struck is his lack of panic, in fact he is calm as he faces eternity without fear. Bravo! That's the way it should be, but this cosmonaut is something of a poet and he sees himself perhaps partially in another dimension because of his space journey. This is a visionary view of space travel and I applaud you for creating a spiritual rather than mechanistic context for it. Too much SF just transfers our species's violence into space whereas we should see the experience of space as transformative, even without the ETs of 2001. Getting back to your poem, I found the dying man's remembrance of his wife or girlfriend quite moving, and once again his lack of panic is an inspired characterization.
Sublime grace is dwelling in poem with beautiful imagery. Specially flown from heart. Powerful wording makes this special and pleasing on reading. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
......I loved this....I read this masterpiece several times....and found myself wishing he could safely return back to earth....cosmonauts must be fearless to go into space...yet for the human race to survive they must go....and find us another home....cause our world will some day run out of resources to substain a population of 7 billion and counting...