The Space Syringe. Poem by Brittney Karasek
The Space Syringe.
The lights were waving as we left.
Leaving the past behind and dancing into the future.
The night's cold air lingers on my skin,
chills me as we ascend.
I see another world hurtling at us
as we shift into another version of ourselves.
A colder version, with less emotion or thought.
We flit through these images as we're reborn,
and we know hell has served us well.
Now being the heartless beautiful people we envisioned,
we stop by the zeitgeist, and see what we've missed.
Nothing.
Nothing grows here.
Nothing dies.
Nothing thinks.
Nothing cries.
It's a great big white world.
And we're not finished yet.
I am impressed, indeed, young lady! This poem glides like a coin tossed 'cross a freshly glaced icepond. The Theme is both inventive & quite intruiging...You make me wish i had started penning, when i was your age...You have natural talent & a a vast spectrum of literary potential...Very Nice Work here, Brittney! FjR
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 2:56:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I must say I'm always skeptical of reading young poets-no offense to you of course-but I was pleasantly surprised to read your poem. I appreciate the fact that you observe reality and manipulate it in your words. Your idea is fairly profound realization for your age. Keep up the work.