The G-drive folded space to ninety gees.
The polariser hummed its loud dissent.
Yet not one drop of coffee did I spill;
Or notice this miraculous event.
I never knew what kind of expertise
Kept “Down” remaining steady toward the floor;
I merely docked my cup and dialled “Fill,”
Relaxed, and settled down to drink some more.
I never had a moment of unease;
The J-drive took us supra-light, no doubt;
I only heard the Newman engine shrill,
Until the power levels evened out.
But one false move by someone, while I yawn,
And half a microsecond, I’d be gone.
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Some one asked me once
For something: Modern language,
With modern subjects.
You know who you are!
This one is new as they come,
I would have to say.