Space Capsule Volunteer by David Russell

Space Capsule Volunteer
David Russell

The final pull of severance will magnify you
The downward controls make you equal
                            to the general gravitation

You are higher than the air, and so you leave,
You are bigger than the air, and so you breathe

Caught in a feeling circle
Knowing measurements for what they are

Your  particles arrested
Your museum absolute
Until new ores from meteors transmute
Their other ends that hold you

All proportions quite dependent
On the nearness of your eyes
No lies – for lies are measured
And you touch them all for what they are –
Little one, bound hand and foot,
The outer ring of man to me.


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