IN A COLD ROOM
1952-57
    
    

 

 

 

THE SPLIT

Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005

 

Observe it enter the magnetic field
of a markedly static self, which
(for want of a better word)
I call Veronica.
Aha! This time collision appears inevitable.
It circles her for five or six weeks
gauging her position with reference to other selves,
and the size of her abyss with reference to its own.
Now, taking careful aim,
it starts to travel inward in a spiral accelerating rapidly until
look out! Wham! It's struck her! They're together!
No they're not.
Veronica sidestepped at the last moment.
They merely grazed each other and now her negative
attraction
has been switched into positive repulsion
and our self is hurtling into the void behind her.

Did you see what happened at the moment of contact?
Most of the eyes opened for an instant and look!
The place where they touched has split into a mouth.
If we listen carefully perhaps we will hear
the shrill whistle of escaping words.

   
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