A Cyberpunk Poem About Leaving Home
In autumn, I will be on Lunera
And so I venture to collect good memories now
My home becomes a sense map
An evocative symphony
Morning is slow ritual
Running my hand along sheets
whose dream-texture startles me
Birds set up market somewhere in the street
and I pause to enjoy the way their sounds
have traveled so far to meet me here
I run my hands along the walls
Delighting in the all the forms a hallway takes
In Autumn, I will be on Lunera
But at least I’ve been there before
The stars aren’t so far anymore
Perhaps a day twixt here and there
I’ve run my eyes over its cities
And laughed in tourist safety nets
But home is here
Now I have to transplant my love
again
Lunera will not have my chatter-box birds
Or grey-green dawns
In autumn, I will be on Lunera
And just like that, I am a woman
Everyone says that months
Are ticking seconds
And I can learn flying
Whilst running
Everyone calls me grown now
But in all the ways that feel real,
I am so small
What if I don’t jump quickly enough
And miss my ship?
Falling from the heavens
To break open on the ground
In autumn, I will be on Lunera
They tell me I will find my way
I am a fine synth-spirit
Sieved through my whole family
Run through each heart
Processed by my mother’s eye
Mixed with my father’s voice
Bottled up
and apparently ready to make this journey
To travel at the speed of sound
Dissapear
In autumn, I’m moving to Lunera
And the knowledge overwhelms me
Lessons stalk me
Rush at me with wide open claws
I have never had to be so
Here
So alert
Truths have changed meanings
Every moment a nagging question
I am training for this mission
Like I’m not coming back
In autumn I’m going to the moon
But everyone goes nowadays
They tell me like a prayer
Everything will be okay
But I can’t shake this sensation
This brave new feeling
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