Louis Simpson

Love, My Machine
 
Love, my machine,
We rise by this escape,
We travel on the shocks we make.
 
For every man and woman
Is an immortal spirit
Trapped and dazed on a star shoot.
 
Tokyo, come in!
Yuzuru Karagiri, do you read me?
San Francisco, darkest of cities, do you read me?
 
Here is eternal space,
Here is eternal solitude.
Is it any different with you on earth?
 
There are so many here!
Here's Gandhi, here's Jesus,
Moses, and all the other practical people.
 
By the light of the stars
This night is serious.
I am going into the night to find a world of my own.

 

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