Man, but careful not to be too caring
Perchance the unexpected, that shadowy,
Indistinct, ill-defined, mischievous goblin
Of ill will might deal him a suffering blow
Interrupting a thus far wonderful life.
Life, a lesson in so many things, a good
Number of which he sought to avoid at all
Cost. Life had been good thus far and he
Saw no reason at all to upset the boat by
Loosening the bung or steering a course
For choppy waters.
At heart, never straying too far from the joys
Of life such as a very regular ‘Beelzebub’s bash’,
A loose term for whacking good nights out in
The company of friends and maidens of the
Highest possible calibre willing to go to any
Lengths to please him.
I didn’t, I will now. Obscene in the extreme,
One might even say offensive when weighed
Against the puny income of lesser mortals.
Lesser in income, lesser in love, the measure
Of a man who by now will be well within the
Grasp of the reader; spoilt as a child, spoilt
As a man, his wealth coming far too soon and
Far too easily, but that is the way with brilliant
Ideas, ‘Eureka moments’, not to be sniffed at,
Nor to be spurned.
Blocks more than that I think. what we’re
Talking bout here is the creator and designer
Of spatial medicine, operating theatres in space
To be precise, with Britain’s brilliant National
Health Service now at the forefront of the
Space race. Satellite surgeons, orbital doctors,
Incredibly delicate operations. patients under
The knife miles above the earth, where without
The intrusion of gravity many medical ‘Firsts’
Have already been achieved and thousands of
Lives saved, and the old spondulicks just keep
A slow spiralling descent in a special recovery
And away from gravity for as long as possible.
There was no rapidly heated re-entry phase, flesh
Heals faster in space than it ever could on earth,
And so a way had been found to prolong the
Return journey; when the stars might shine into
The recovery vehicle for days if not weeks.
Hand, the more fun he had the more the
Money he made, the more the ideas flowed.
Unselfish ideas, happy ideas, ideas set to
Change the world, his tree planting project
Was quite a thing, as too, his army of seed
Sewing drones: seeds dropped where seeds
Seem to fall into place unannounced and
Often with such unfortunate timing. Here he
Was with a glass of fine cognac in one hand,
And the hand of a beautiful woman in the
Other; when sleep suddenly befell him and
There came a brief but particularly vivid
RMDT dream, roughly translated as a Rich
Men Die Too sort of flash from the future,
Wherein any ill-judged feeling of immortality,
Slip from the mind to be replaced by a strong
Sense of imminent foreboding.
Indispensable companions, bed mates, best friends
Forever, no end of cliches, but all true nonetheless.
All gone in a flash, money and fun to be replaced
By ‘I will overcome this no matter what the price.'
But then of course it hadn’t happened yet, nor
Might it ever, it was only a dream after all.
Following days newspaper spoke otherwise:
Wealthy entrepreneur in emergency overnight
Dash of hope’. More to follow.
Aware of the vast power of the engines taking
Him into space and once in orbit the silence
Was such that he felt sure he could hear the
Stars singing. Presently seven stars appeared
Above him six around the periphery and one
Large star in the centre. Stars that gave life to
The melodies of heaven, bewitching music of
The captivating kind.
And captivated he was, elevated to a higher
Place, up and into the seven singing stars
Above his bed, melting as he rose into the
Light of the seven stars to become part of
Their light and their light part of him. Had
He died? Was he dead? Salient questions in
Need of urgent answers, but none came, at
Least not immediately.
Real place. A destination wherein all was
Like no other, a book of revelations in fact,
Each page a beam of light, and each page
The bearer of things to come. Things that
Spoke of new gods in the world, Ai gods,
Gods who demanded total praise or their
Favours would be instantly withdrawn.
Grasped at once that we drown in time.
The lights grew brighter and in doing so
Drew nearer; instruments appeared from
Nowhere, gliding through the air, some
Coming closer, others drawing slowly
Away. Instruments he recognised at once,
For he had designed them, and in doing
So knew exactly what they were for and
What they were doing to him.
Pain to speak of just the odd push from
One position to another. How ill was he,
How far advanced his condition, he had
No idea, but he knew it might well be
Touch and go. The lights dimmed a little,
And then a little more until finally they
Extinguished altogether. Outside the craft
The stars dimmed too and their lively tune
Became a rapidly diminishing echo.
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