Poem: A looped message from a man on Mercury to a few men on Earth:

 by Megan A

A radio message from Mercury to Earth. Recording at 01:29, 02:29, 03:29… 00:29 Earth time.

‘This message, which is from a man on Mercury — it will 

have you think you’re hallucinating; by confrontational means,

the silver lining is scraped by excessive curiosity and misnomers for 

extended reality in the twenty-first century.

In the Goldilocks zone there is equilibrium amongst war — your people do not

feel the overwhelming desire to have His hands take you

off your feet gently and release the microscopic implosions inside

your vessels. Asphyxiation

bores me, and Mercury carries this lacklustre, oxidised

double-edged sword. It never draws this weapon; it brings me great

agony! I do not wish to come to terms with the 

why, how, what, when of anything at all — my cranium cracks like porcelain

at the thought of it. Perhaps you all bathe in cowardice like me

and refuse to leave your domain in fears that your bodies will cave in,

but think of this: you only remain fixated on the manifestations of 

normalised theories. Step outside the void.

The vacuum just might not notice, but for

suggesting an idea that is so far beyond your measure of sanity,

you have the permission to question me — but I beg you,

dissociate yourselves when indulging in vanity;

consider yourselves mad as you are about to receive