Inside Infinite Space
30 May 2006
We are inside infinite space,
turned into accidental dissidents
by the flatlanders, whose dogma
like a drought scorches everything,
each child begging for water
is denied, left to the elements
with only a dry promise of magic
In this multidimensionality
we see inside the work spaces
where human life is transformed
into products for the markets,
like cattle at the slaughterhouse
or the chickens at Tyson's,
inputs, outputs, and nothing more.
Retire at the end of the life
to four walls and television.
Mirrors everywhere revealing everything,
everything, everything, and nothing.
Feels like being in the battlefield
all the time.
This is why we invented science fiction,
hid our innermost thoughts in metaphors,
in the mirage of fiction and poetry.
we became so adept at this craft
at precisely the time the world flattened
and the flatlanders could not understand,
could not decipher our coding and decoding.
In that moment
we lost our liberatory purpose.
What good are words that are not liberating?
Are we just the engineers of a better,
more fruitful, more efficient enslavement?
Despite our utility, we remain at risk,
locked in the lunatic asylum
where dollar bills define passion,
lies define the press conference,
and professors write love poems to each other
in the form of refereed journal articles.
What did you expect, seriously?
Did you think you could pass,
perhaps by wearing jeans and boots,
and listening to the Dixie Chicks?
Hmmm, the Dixie Chicks is a giveaway
because they turned out to be one of us,
unable to keep their heads down in flatland.
In the last analysis, we're all
just one mistake away
from total oblivion.
Oh well, that's the up and down of it.
It's our own fault because we live
inside the pages of books, weaving
multi-dimensional fabric out of words:
thinking words can stop bullets.
Sometimes words can stop bullets
and sometimes words get you shot,
and sometimes words fall flat
because they have too many dimensions
to exist in this space and time.
© 2006, Satya J. Gabriel