The lakebed absconded when we intercepted the Cygnids stream:
The glimpse of ferly centesms suddenly distracted
From the tranquility of the redshift leams
The archaeology of rememberance sublimated
Into a stelled catatonia of desideration
Astronomical twilight was years ago. /Cosmic radiation is intense even at the
Horizontal prallax. / For there is no atmosphere
Above the icy impact basins of this moon. / From here Earth would look as I left it, / But by now
You have been dead for two million years...
This is a vertiginous thought...
A token of brooding oneiricism