Batty is expiring, and talks
about how everything
he’s seen will die with him –
ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion,
sea-beams glittering before
the Tannhauser Gates.
Memory is like molten gold
burning its way through the skin
it stops there.
There is no transfer.
Nothing I have seen
will be remembered
beyond me.
That merciful cleaning
of the windows of creation
will be an excellent thing
my interests notwithstanding.
But then again I’ve never been
near Orion, or the Tannhauser
gates,
I’ve only been here.
[“Final Farewell” by Tom Clark]
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