Friday, July 30, 2010

Gom Jabbar

Oh, pain.
The pain.
Holding your hand in the gom jabar
hurts--does not harm.
It begins to burn.
We're well beyond thresholds now
and into endurance.
Learning the difference between
desiring a thing
and reaching to grasp it:
is it the pain or the fear
that kills the mind?

3 comments:

Bryan said...

After reviewing Dune, the gom jabbar is not the box itself but the poisoned needle that enforces it. (I wrote this when being reminded of Dune due to a seemingly parallel situation, minus the death part.)
Perhaps a revision:

Oh, pain.
The pain.
Holding your hand testing the gom jabbar
hurts--does not harm.
It begins to burn.
We're well beyond thresholds now
and into endurance.
Learning the difference between
desiring a thing
and reaching to grasp it:
is it the pain or the fear
that kills the mind?

Bryan said...

Can't leave this one alone:

Oh, pain.
The pain!
Holding your hand,
tested by gom jabbar,
hurts--does not harm.
It begins to burn;
Skin you know blisters,
Lost is the flesh you love,
Blackened to crippledom;
Dragged well beyond
The threshold of pain
Into its inner sanctum.
Learning in reverse
The difference between
Desiring a thing
And reaching to grasp it:
Is it the pain or the fear
That kills the mind?

Bryan said...

What's left afterward,
And what has passed,
Makes one end
or makes one last.