Orbital Sanctuary in a Garden of Silk
The city is a heavy constellation, each light a pulse of gravity
Zero-G Voyager
The Gravity of a Summer Glance
I exist in a state of suspended animation, drifting through the neon
The Gravity of a Summer Glance
I exist in the silent vacuum between heartbeats, drifting through the neon
The Solar Flare of a Summer Afternoon
I exist as a drifting satellite in the neon orbit of this
The Solar Flare in a Turquoise Void
I feel as though I have drifted far beyond the stratosphere, where
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
