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.
