”There must be someway out of here”

Voyager I

Voyager II

How deep is space?

Thumb replies with print

Range answers with jaggedness

Beyond replies with beyond and beyond

I answer with the collected madness

of my categorical imperatives

and a body

that shoots out

beneath my observations

from the hide-outs

of my name,

shrouding a flickering point

of cognition

inside the shimmer

of Gamelan Semar Pegulingan Saih Pitu

How deep?

How far?

Thought answers with thought

Body replies with sentience

Feet answer with path

Mist replies with obscurity

Gamelan Semar Pegulingan Saih Pitu

answers with shimmer

I say Voyager travels my knuckles

I am a build-up

Selfawareness

is the ultimate exploration;

blind matter

taking on an ”I”,

finding ”itself”

in ”myself”

asking how deep it is,

sending Voyager I, Voyager II

into this question,

passing the star AC+79 3888

of the constellation Camelopardalis (I)

in forty thousand years,

passing Sirius (II)

in two hundred ninety-six thousand years

yet hardly moving,

all things considered

all things considered

faces taking on apparitions,

smiling,

then fading away

in this dance

of cognition

and you must catch life

as it soars,

see faces appear and recede,

dust to dust,

leaving recollections

of familiar looks

and a good word

in deep space

stacking moments

into the farawayity

of the shimmer

of Gamelan Semar Pegulingan Saih Pitu,

the gamelan trickling

down perception

like cool drops of fresh water

from melting ice

over a rock face;

the feet of an ant

rustling

under coniferous trees