Recursion
David C. Kopaska-Merkel
Kendall Evans
Where’s this starship been
Resembling a pretzel
Infinite figure 8
Maybe a moebius
Nor-easterlies, or their 4D equivalent
From another universe
Might be responsible
Or some minor deity’s
Momentary inattention
Its unscarred surface
Belies the great age
That seems to radiate from its hull
Surrounding space moves
With it, contained by some field
Our technologists do not understand
The ship’s skin shedding particles
That flare and sparkle
On meeting our mundane
Infinity / reality
What of crew and passengers?
Are the ship’s occupants alive?
Are they pretzel shaped
Or spiral, forms tortured?
Does one resemble a torus?
Has anyone at all survived?
Where is this starship bound?
The A.I. apparently still functions
Despite torqued shifts and alterations
Charting an inexplicable course
Our mathematicians and physicists
Will fail to comprehend,
In a fruitless attempt to decipher
Where it will end
or begin.
End
