dredpiratebunny | anti-gravity

out here
out in the beyond of the stars we have named
past the dotted lines of orbits and the origins of life
these words hang in my throat
scratching like the half shells of popcorn kernels
not knowing which direction to go
i feel this
even in the deep of space
even as a satellite ever expanding outward
(once every 100 years a picture comes through
a static signal
a burst of grey scale)
and still i pile on the burdens
mute and asking for more
not imploding
a vacuum already inside
arced and forced

my eyes are so cold
filmed over with memories of plague free times
my only hope against the glare of galaxies
even if i could speak
what could i say
the planets already know the tale of ages
the story of expansion, of contraction
of how i came to be
instead i halt
try to blink
they dont see me either

its not the endless quiet
the black holes that wave as i pass
the unnamed moons and
matter yet unformed

its not the still blood in me
its not the layers of skin
eroded by solar flares
that does the trick

it is the hand of god
plucking out one syllable at a time from my throat
the vibration in his fingers
the spit tangling and stretching around the withdrawal of wisdom
from the frozen inside of my voice box