For the millionth time I’ve passed your meridian,

Wondering just what it is that draws me in.

You’ve entombed me in your gravity,

An elliptical orbit that was never meant for me.

Pulling me in close before we spiral afar,

…

I.

cold. hunger. for a single moment the moon peaks through the haze, as if to let me know its gaze may still find me from afar.

how long have I been in this place? 

now that the darkness has…