As One Module To Another

Press, Volume CIX, Issue 32050, 26 July 1969, Page 12

As One Module To Another

(By

WHIM WHAM)

Through the Window, slightly misty, of my Module, An extraordinary Landscape meets my Eye. There are curiously coloured Angular Objects All scattered around under a colourless sky. Through the Window of my Module, staring steadily, I see what human Eyes have never seen. Words to describe the Experience don’t come readily. What Purple’s That? And is that Greenness Green? Outside my Module, what are those strange Ore stores In Motion there, across my Field of Vision? Or am I SEEING THINGS, about whose Features My shocked Intelligence gives no Decision? Myself ihslde my Module I hear speaking. Roger. I’m Here. My System is all GO. Roger. Sir, is it You that I hear squeaking? Roger. You’re There? That’s What I’d like to know. My Modufie is my Shell, I’m the Crustacean, The Animal inside, whose keen Antennae Rove in perpetual Interrogation, Roger. What Things exist out There, if Any? My Module is my Bodule, I observe But mistily, whatever’s There externally. Roger. I’m focusing the Optic Nerve. It brings me Pictures, of a Sort, diumally. My Module is my House. I’m going for An Earth Walk, having de-compressed the Brain, See You next Monday, Sir! There is the Door. Roger. Our Feet are on the Ground again.