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
A 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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