View from Atlantis

Posted by on Jul 15, 2011 in 2011, Choken Word, Featured

(the final flight)

to explain this from afar
to put your thumb on a star
and block out all light

a satellite from above
seeing earth clearly
with all its pettiness

knowing it is so small
the politics we discuss
the crimes and unjust

the affairs we recycle
continually looping
continually screwing

what we have been given
I block this planet out
with my thumb

one eye closed
one eye open
third eye squinting

to see further than vision
to know true precision
the knowledge inside us all

that knows no limits
that is everywhere at once
that is nowhere as such

the infinite gaze adjusted
needs no glasses
needs no form

a spec of sand in a sea of dark
all its beauty and hate
its destiny we make

a ball of blue
a little green
nothing I have not seen



  1. Glenn A. Bautista
    July 16, 2011

    Thank you, Byron.

  2. Joshua Schultz
    July 18, 2011

    Notes from above,

    As we go transonic the sky looks upside down…

    “with our feet on the air and our head in the ground, try this trick and spin…..”

    Have we been pulled back towards the loving open arms of our singularity since the big bang? Did we just fool ourselves into thinking we left the house we grew up in, in the first place? Why does it seem to be that when we finally find the answer in a dream, we wake up and think, “oh, it was just a dream.” But, “life is but a dream.” A collective, conscious, construct of an all-pervading, agreed upon idea of exquisite, aesthetic, arithmatic, sacred and beautifil, geometric bio-hologram. A veritable electro-harmonic playground for the souls of all creation. When our DNA antenna is tuned into the central cosmic transmitter’s radio show every atom vibrates with the galactic resonance of the uni-verse. One song singing truth out of every pore in our iridescent flesh.

    Terminal velocity is but a breath away.
    God-speed in the blink of an eye.

  3. Byron King
    July 18, 2011

    Beautifully said Josh.

    I also see us sharing the view the astronauts have had before it’s all over even if it’s only through our consciousness. And as you mentioned dreams, maybe we can already see that view through the use of our third eye. Squinting. Looking through our shared center.

  4. Andrew B.
    July 18, 2011

    I wish we all had your vision, and perspective, Byron. The world would be a much better place…

    High Flight

    by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

    Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
    And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
    Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
    Of sun-split clouds…and done a hundred things
    You have not dreamed of…wheeled and soared and swung
    High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
    I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
    My eager craft through footless halls of air.
    Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
    I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
    Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
    And while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
    The high untrespassed sanctity of space…
    …put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

  5. Byron King
    July 18, 2011

    You do my friend. We all share the same vision. We are collective. We are one. I believe it we agreed upon that alone the world would be a lot better. I can’t help but blush from such comments though. Thank you.

    What a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.,_Jr.

    His life was so short. Tragic. Reminds me of the kids being killed in our current wars.

    One poem to immortalize so many lost lives. I have a feeling John is still flying somewhere. The view must be amazing.

  6. Joshua Schultz
    July 19, 2011

    you have got to check this one out


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