Monday, April 25, 2011

Space Station

infinitely dense
the center of a blackhole
I escaped long ago

atoms torn apart
transported and reforged via
nuclear furnace

I am a ghost now
I appear and disappear
always in silence

passing satellites
notice no apparitions
and make no study

a minor object
I reach out with no impact
and they leave me be

the distant lights dance
they are phantoms reckoning
whispering dark lies

I am turned away
forced to find new horizons
a lonely spectre

the vast emptiness
space expands all around me
further and further

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