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
The navigators of old rotations, their hormones still echo
Hologram, gray, braided but unclear
Blade of grass, the constellations single tear
Being in a state, dream-like down
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