Alien
'Twas brillig...
Alone and lonely is not a human condition only – through
passing windows on the C deck, Frost could see it: In phosphorous and enameled
star light, the brunt of the cosmos' joke, tumbling and dripping in a wasteland
of the collective imagination.
Slithy toves, indeed, thought Frost.
"What is it?" asked Nina, peering through the
clouded glass.
"Nothing," said Frost. "Isn't it
beautiful?"
She nodded, and her eyes were that of a forest creature,
dumb and wide. How had he once loved her so?
Hours later, in their tiny cabin, it passed through as a
ghost, and in its vorpal wake, thus slept Nina, red froth and foam all around.
Frost sighed, unburdened, and determined, for he had heard its silent
reverberating scream.
He opened the door, mome raths skittering at his boot step.
Along metal corridors he searched, calling softly, "Captain?
Captain?"
And found the beamish boy at last.
*
The Jabberwocky is us, and we are it.
In related news, I composed this thinking, over and over, Pigs In Spaaaaace!
Happy Friday, everyone.
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