drifting in and out of 
frozen stellar caverns 
oceans coves and bays 

heavy waters foaming 
dense air climbing
falling as ordained

sad priests crippled
by age grimly suffering
the usual consequences

beneath an outed moon
drifting to the lightless
edge of dead mythologies

beyond dalliance
with the idea of time
now shot full of doubt

the substance of 
space warping 
the weight of the sun

drawing while it still can
the order and drama
of it’s planetary horde

burning to it’s core
the drama to come
of the cooling fall.