Welcome to Polarbeast's meager collection of
poorly composed minimalist sci faiku,
created during long periods of time
in the cryo-bunk. Enjoy the following
tidbits of wisdom and inspiration,
each sci faiku commented upon by the
Great Galactic Poetry-Mastah
Tus Kenrei Dyr, who is
ancient and has much
Precious air slips through
the crack in my helmet
as I wish for some tape.
Impending woe mixed with a feeling of quiet resignation.
Great war machine arrives,
cold and deadly -
I step on it, unknowing.
A tragic and ominous premise gives way
to a gratifying realization of scale.
Colony's food ran out days ago
Soon we must turn on each other.
The foreshadowing of a terrifying truth becomes evident.
The kitchen knife slipped
and severed my thumb,
Now I must grow another.
The alarming accident during this everyday
activity is shown to be but an annoyance.
Going into Toshi Station
to pick up some power converters
A youthful ambition of wasting time with
friends, yet will the chores be done?
Bored on a warm Sunday -
Guess I'll plug myself
back into the console
At the least there is something to do.
Ships move between suns
enacting a silent game
of Marco Polo.
Navigating with eyes shut tightly in
the swimming pool of the universe.
Primitive man stands
in a monolith's shadow,
shrieking at its form.
Visions of himself
using his tool of bone and
killing a tapir.
One wonders: was a sudden moment of clarity triggered
by ancient, unseen hands? Thus spake Zarathustra.
Have a haiku which burns your soul, whether its theme be lounge, goth or
sci-fi? By all means
your tired, your poor, your huddled 5-7-5 syllabic rhythms yearning to be displayed.
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