Geordi La Forge cannot be trusted, his tin-thin
hollow galaxy arc gaze gestures chin up
epic displacement
Kunta in space who cannot become
hero ask (servitude evolves the Master the Master
evolves the slave) do not be deterred by chocolate-
love- mista- street- sage- fuzzy- pimp- mandingo- noble
savage-savant – that cat women want– black-muled love
buffalo-ape-uniformed and approved out there in space
Buddha knows the medieval story goes such that
Monkey somersaults not to the end of the universe
but to the infinite pillars of Buddha’s left hand, fingers
spread wide as desert but the poor cudgeled trickster cannot
understand the not-so-finite space of wisdom proud Geordi
says, make it so, stars crouched like white syllables
low in his throat ivory grinned hubris twinkling