Communications LogMy words came out a few millimeters off courseCommunications Log by Kirel-Kemmetmau
and by the time they made it to you
they were ten parsecs away from their intended destination.
That's the power of the distance
between two minds,
and geometric angles.
My voice has never been particularly good
My hands are better.
When you can set coordinates down,
type the figures into the screen, it's so much easier to follow.
But a voice has to freehand it,
fight its way out of atmo and into
Only space isn't empty.
The space between my mouth
and your ears
is full of meteors and gravity sinks
strange solar winds
and no air.
Then there's your defense systems. And everybody has them.
I've known people with their own personal armadas,
people with force fields
like the selective membranes of cells,
people with feebly orbiting Sputniks
going "beep... beep... beep..."
but everybody has them.
Then once you've received my signal
you have to unscramble, decode, translate, process,
repair or guess at the degraded data
....?He hit me. I am seventeen years old and he hit me like I'm an insolent child. He hit me and suddenly I was ten and out in the snow with only socks on my feet and no winter coat, and I'm nine and backed into a corner with his rage bearing down upon me. He hit me an I was so many ages and so many memories I tired so hard to forget. He hit me and then he screamed at me but I could hear none of it through the wave of memories. And then his violence was done and he returned to what things were and left me there, among the memories and the pain. He hit me and I threw up the wall it took so many years to break down and now my memories are raging behind it, but outside my face is blank except for the tears that drop hesitantly from my eyes and drip down my face. I threw up my wall and now I'm not sure how to bring it down again, or even if I want to. He hit me and I don't want to speak. My words....? by Tokyo-Empress