The Solar Flare in a Turquoise Void
I feel as though I have drifted far beyond the stratosphere, where
Zero-G Voyager
A Solar Flare in the Concrete Void
I drift above this gray nebula of steel and glass, a solitary
The Vanilla Singularity in a Concrete Nebula
I drift through the atrium of this glass-domed city like a stray
The Gravity of a Melting Moment
I move through the city not as a pedestrian, but as an
The Gravity of a Morning Sunbeam
I have drifted through the neon constellations of this city for years,
The Gravity of a Sudden Smile
I have spent lifetimes drifting through the silent void of this city,
Solar Flare in a Concrete Galaxy
I have spent eons drifting through the silent vacuum of this city,
The Gravity of a Shared Silence
I drift through the vermillion corridors like an asteroid captured by a
The Gravity of Your Quiet Gaze
I feel myself drifting, a small satellite caught in the silent orbit
Solar Flare in a Neon Nebula
I stand at the edge of this concrete starship, my skin still
The Gravity of Your Gaze
I have spent eons drifting through the concrete nebulae of this city,
The Gravity of a Single Page
I exist in the silent orbit between heartbeat and breath, where time
