Boldly Go

Look at it. Burnt, pitted. 

The mindlessness 

                                   Vacant contentment,  

I KNEW  

But they’ve erased it.  

Edited, adjusted, subverted   me, but I won’t forget!  

That man on the stage, the human brain 

That popinjay

Only my brain— 

            What is brain                          How can he die? Can I survive without him? 

The flesh and what you call the personality

A living mass who can find no rest  

A HOLE IN SPACE 

A   body   is         a hole in space— 

Of the mind: death 

There is no pain… 

No pain. Does this make such a difference? 

You can’t do it,                   No! I must 

                 I must surrender myself 

A brain, a brain. A mind        without me 

If the image wasn’t so ugly  

It’d be laughable— 

Ugly. That’s an honourable title. 

                       You’re a sick man now, sir 

He’ll have all that inside him  

There’s no roomAlmost as if he were two 

Keep closing, keep closing  

He’s too close— 

He burned up 

My negative self.  

I could have called you friend— 

But       permit me the glory of the kill 

Instead.  

Two men    different, but a body is 

A hole in the universe. Not, not a hole 

door and SPACE, THE FINAL 

We heard that you might have rooms for us:  

No room. No, no room. But   I want to be 

Free and unchained. The human body 

My mind—I want to be Not of the body

Like a chain, one break 

And it all collapses— 

No room: you killed him 

(murderers!) 

Oxygen and nitrogen   atmospherecan we breathe?  

No life forms. No air… 

Possibly hidden in the box 

There! What is it  

A light  rising what is it 

Is it a hand? Stopped in space, 

There’s a strange cloud 

IN MY MIND  

                       Round-trip time 

Calm, calm. 

He’s beginning to sleep again. 

The hand descends— 

We’re burning up 

Sleep forever, forever, and forever 

We’re burning up

You need sleep… 

I’m losing an officer 

                                    Space                  collapses 

I can’t let you force me down there. I may not want to leave, not yet. I may want another place. I’m just not sure yet— 

No time:  

Sentimentality, mercy 

                                    The emotions of          the emotions of 

Joy to you, friend. You will know the peace. 

            It’s a proven killer  

MURDERERS!  

                                               MURDERE— 

Completely uninhabited. Desolate, but rich. There’ll only be one of you in the end. Pray that you die easily. 

Space    the pain is gone    closing   you must open    my mind 

                                                            How can he die? Can I survive without him?  

This poem takes words, phrases, and sentences from the following episodes of Star Trek, made during the show’s run of 1966 to 1969

Illustration by Mia Carnevale

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