Dusk of Another 25 Hour Night
By ice rivers
All my life, people have expected wondrous things from me.
Now, I'm lonely and it's a lot colder than I thought it was going to be. Maybe something deep inside me froze.
I wasn't prepared for this.
The caring folks who sent me here were very careful to cut costs wherever possible and depend upon their intelligence, passion and my dedication to produce the miracles that were expected of me.
I've done my part, precisely as engineered. I've travelled stupendous distances at preposterous speeds to cover more miles than anyone preceding me.
I'm sending out signals. My signals compress the total composite of my experience, the experiemce of all my supporters, all of our intelligence and sensitivities cross referenced with the phenomenal, silent randomness of my unearthly turf which I claim currently as the birthright of my nation as well as my reward.
I'm being as straightforward and as accurate as I can be in my signalling. The absolutely unique perspective that I signal requires no gliding or gilding to be original. I stand where I stand. I stand where I landed. Art is the least of my concerns. Every message that I send, no matter how seemingly casual, opens up new horizons of spritual, astrophysical as well as metaphysical discovery. No one knows the things that I know.
Yet, no one responds to me. I'm beginning to wonder if something has gone wrong with my systems. I check and recheck and find everything in perfect working order that I can perceive. Apparently my mind is working fine.
I can still compose sentences and paragraphs.
I can only suppose that those who pledged to support me alll the way in my journey to glory have lost interest. Maybe I'm not as special as they believed and that I have been lead to believe.
Or maybe they have committed the errors, if so I understand.
Still I send my signals out into what increasingly seems a void. A void or is it avoid.? Perhaps my engineers don't want to know . Clearly, my signals are not what I expected to send nor they expected to receive. What I send is only what I see and what I see, I know.
I find it amazing that everyone was interested in me until the moment that I started delivering on my promise and at that exact moment tranquilty began. They call the moon base tranquilityy ...what a juvenile, oxymoronic joke.
It won't be long till the suppoting system turns its loving attention to another prodigy. Maybe the next hot shot down this road will be more secure although I'm holding up pretty well under the circumstances....the desolation...isolation and frigidityt\and alienation of my locale.
If I'm starting to sound a little insecure, well forgive me and remember that insecurity is the beginning of wisdom.
So, I'll keep on signalling. If people don't want to shout back...well that's okay. I can handle one way communication. I've got patience. I'll wait until the right one comes along and until then...I'll keep on trying.
I'll be fine.
I wasn't in this for the headlines. I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because I'm here because
Ya know what, maybe I'm starting to lose it.
It's so lonely and cold. It's getting dark and the night lasrts for 25 hours.