by Aidan Andrew Dun



Which way to stimulate
marvellous unfoldment
those exotic processes

With indifference
standing back unmoved
leaving grace
a free hand to unwind

Simply expecting
the transcendental accident
neither quickly nor slowly
to be effected in time?

Or with intervention
to mind and groom mood
coax spirit into movement
force the pace?

After ferocious vigils
prostrated, depleted
the familiar plunge into
vicissitudes of death

Depressions miles-deep
resembling the Mariner Valleys
splitting the Red Planet
like an orange.