A graveyard of lightless planets, estranged from orbit, revolves forgotten moons
“Malfunctioned - that which broke the sea itself
Serene silence like slow sinking unfelt”
Through the panes of soft, selective memories waiting long times for ghost ships
Haunting vacant systems of frontiers past
The navigators of old rotations, their hormones still echo
“Hologram, gray, braided but unclear
Blade of grass, the constellations single tear”
Radar readings, psychic pulse
Manifest in the form of ghosts
“The frozen form, winds rise
The burning core, breathes deep
The humid ground, sweats tides
The estranged orbit, compromised”
Being in a state, a dream-like down