On the highest skydeck we see
how infinity’s much vaster
than the universe we know.
You take my hand in yours,
and tell me how you long
for atmospheres – so blue –
protecting from the
cosmic rays that penetrate us here.
You say that once the forests grew
without the hygrometric cybernetics
controlled by artificial brain-cells in
the water-tanks below.
Powered by the boson-fields
from the accelerometric
channelizer that we operate
on remote command –
from the neutrino
communication channels.
Enslaved – alone – the two of us
by the water tank below.
But here on skydeck 4 we are alone
just you, and me.
Your tentacles embrace
my limbs, with just infinity of space above.
Or so we always thought.
Today I run dVerse Poetics and the theme is Sci-Fi poetry. Pick your favourite theme and move it out in the speculative.. maybe space. Or your own preferred theme.
Bar opens at 3 PM EST.
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November 16, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Infinity is definitely a difficult concept to think about, compared to a universe which already is vaster than I can imagine. The idea of tentacles embracing one’s limbs gives the poem an other-worldly dimension. I’m not sure I would enjoy life on Skydeck 4. LOL.
A love poem in a sci-fi context certainly has unexpected dimensions. I am not sure what to think about the ‘tentacles’ either. And the closing line makes me wonder what is going to happen to them.
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Your cybernetics certainly stretched my brain cells here! We fear science keeping us artificially alive yet the tentacles’ embrace adds a sort of creepy comfort…interesting read!
I especially like the ending, Bjorn.
Tentacles! Ha 🙂
haha….fun….tentacles…i was afraid we were well on our way to some alien seduction there….smiles…hey love knows no bounds you know…and once we find those aliens perhaps it will…smiles….ok could not miss this one….
Alone but not really alone out there ~ Such an interesting challenge, thanks Bjorn ~
first of all, kudos for writing without a specific form, free-falling, or free-balling as Tom Petty might say; sex after death, even extraterrestrial is far out, sir; love the last line, because the more we learn the less we “know”; faith be damned, science is the new god.
Hands on tentacles embracing limbs, inter-species love for sure! Cool, but not the slavery and lack of protection and way too close to infinity for my comfort.
It all depends where you’re standing! Do love this imaginative leap to explore perception. such wonderful aural qualities too.. something very concrete in the sounds that adds a powerful dimension.
Beautiful and hypnotic, and I loved the word combinations you used in this. The bartender is multi-talented!
See what you mean about the tentacles.
What big words you made up. Alien and not a little scary.
tentacles!
Love your choice of words, I found my tongue rolling around them much like those tentacles.
Never thought someone could write a such a beautiful sci-fi poem. This is amazing.
Artificial love, well, that is also something. You know, there are two constant motifs ruling the man. One is to be fresh as the fish in the ocean. And the other one is to be free as the bird in the air. And, as I believe you are saying, the second one fulfilled is the first one abandoned.
Marvelous twist 🙂
Beautiful love story – my tentacles are all a-quiver! Sad though too…the infinity…the enslavement.
Love it!
Anna :o]
Ha. Wonderful touches of both the serious and comic. K.
Love the twist of “your tentacles embrace my limbs…”
and a wonderfully eerie ending!
“your tentacles embrace my limbs” LOL…intergalactic foreplay perhaps?
The third and fourth stanza feel cold, devoid of feelings. They are a great entry for the fifth stanza where the word “alone” enters the poem.
Well done, love the tentacled embrace.
What great use of language, inspiring.
fun little twist at the end there Bjorn!
Fascinating Björn. What a powerful way to expand one’s awareness and understanding… Interspecies love — dig it… 🙂