Masters of the universe

April 6, 2006
iranian.com

Above the highest highs
zipping past mach nineteen
I see you all hiding
through my X-ray eyes.

You can't even begin
to suspect my immense
but small, my proud,
my darkest round ball.

Cloaked in invisibility,
this solo as my guide,
I vary my geometry
and pretend to fall.

Secure in the wisdom
of the laboratory,
in the precision of design,
in my spirituality.

I press the orange button.
I log the obscene number,
here to give nothing
and to take it all.


jam06