Voyager

Orbiting in space,
secure in the limitation of his synthetic suit,
he looks down on the blue earth
& for the first time
feels the primeval silence in his head:
So this is how it was in the beginning
when no human voice
drowned the explosion of lava
& the whiplash of hurricane…
The cosmos beyond is impenetrable
& the face of the future
as blinding as the brilliant light
that swallows the skies.
& suddenly , it dawns:
How stupid the wars of generals
How banal the passion of lovers
How silly the apparitions of saints
How droll the everyday concerns
& he knows, floating in the sealed cabin,
why people must invent God:
They need a punching bad
to steer clear of that face-off
with themselves.

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