We mounted a force against Alpha Centauri,
cruising past Io, vanadium mist, the comet mines,
but when we arrived, a thousand years had passed,
no one remembered how negotiations broke down
over a garbled pronoun, how the engine of syntax
sealed shut and began to hum.
“The Unfinished,” by D. Nurkse.
Feature image by Maik Wolf. Inner Space / Mausoleum 2, 2011, oil on canvas. Courtesy the artist and Galerie Michael Schultz.