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.”