Quantum Weaver Yocahú [Reweaved]
A series of poems about the crew of a ship fleeing Sol’s hunger.
I chose a couple of pieces from the series:
They’ll touch a new star.
They learned flight from extinct birds;
Plants were their muses,
They learned how to harvest
star power from them;
They embraced quantum supremacy;
They obeyed the voice
of a cold and distant oracle:
that learned to learn to create;
They lost love and loved loss;
They bet on pyrrhic triumphs,
The only ones available;
They created a machine capable
of weaving a universe…
The key is the lock —
¡La cura resulta más mala que la enfermedad*!
They coast cosmic waves:
The wake of a gravitational dance
Between two Bayamón** sized pulsars
They wander wanderlost,
They lust for star-stuff.
*the remedy is worse than the sickness
**a Puerto Rican city
Dark was the night —
Cold: like a gliding superconductor
On a shiny road of Neodymium.
Colder than interstellar space —
I will answer your oldest queries.
I will scratch your ancient itch…
I will account for each slumber.