A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Darkness
Astronaut
The dark of the extra-terrestrial oil spill hypnotized you
Like the glistening black of the cobra king
Don’t look him in the eyes unless you have the intrinsic power to overcome
The thanatos drive
No one asked you to be
Beyond good and evil
The one ape who heard the cursed song of the stone and understood it
The wielder of the cursed bone
Swordsmith, Weston, Oppenheimer
But you determined that
Any ounce of human freedom was a chain to you
And so I hide
In the dark
In the coils of the cobra king
Where I can meet with the stars and speak to them in secret
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