While You Were Touching The Second Blackening Sea
A research team
At headquarters
In the operating room
On comm lines
Setting the stage
For a rocket’s take off
White coats running around
Files and phones in hand
Glasses pushed up to
The bridge of the nose
A cosmonaut strapped in
To a frame
An explorer of the galaxy
Solar sails lift
Jets burst
Upwards the chemtrails follow
Spilling smokey energy
To the stars
All the wonders zip by
Still in contact with
Headquarters
Picture the supernovas
The craft passes by
Imagine the
Mother of Invention
Immortalized
Asteroid belts pelting the
Shields
Purple cosmic glows
Of infinite zodiac lights
Planets of all kinds
Rings and ice worlds
Stars dotting the expanse
Of forever grasp
Lit like lamps laying
Lazily on their sides
The touch of the heat
In the palm of your hand
A celestial giant lost
To wander in no where
The touch of a human
A voyager on patrol
Solar sails hexagon up
Like honeycomb
When we’re out among
The glowing sea
Of blackening
Forever
A giant reaches
A giant touches
Those things that seem
So small so far away
Force the arms through
The cold space winds
Vaccum dust
Quantum atoms influx
Spitfire nebula out the
Left window
Dark matter engines
Who even knows how to work
Forever immersed
In that blackening sea
A consuming shadow
That takes travellers
Lost to wonder like a
Lovecraftian character
Mad, but happy
Crazy and zen
Then again there’s no
Going back home
Comm’s shut down
Long ago
Where’s next?
We drift with
The waves to take
And blacken
As a second coming
Of absolute nothing.
Something’s gone
Like the missing
Sense of songbirds
On a spring day
There’s dust on the
Consoles of a
Spaceship far out in
The ocean
A night flight with
The golden dust of
Far away astrohomes
Leaving behind the
World once known
To drift and see
Endlessly in this
Second
Kinesthetically there
Blackening sea.
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