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with children and loving wife, One needs a handle, desperately, to slow The on-rush of bubbles and reflections, a web To cushion after-shocks; the tremor should not Reach the centre, or else the spreading ebb May drown the dreams of years, like the astronaut, Who had forgotten why—he had set out— and for what! "He collapsed inwardly", they said, a black hole That shuts off all signals—no more emanations To the worlds out there. Now his soul Sips in a stream of rainbows, his associations …the counterpoint of 'is and ought to be'. "But then", they added, "could he survive the myth?" Never considering how they might address a flabby Fading Football-frame, or view a bygone monolith, Under the neon-nights of their civilisation, and still recall How very super-functional it was, decaying star and all? Jonathan Broido, 1976