worn faux leather boots upon the dash, a cloud of smoke
smugglers respite, the moments between here and there
the inbetween of speed, motionless moments of movement
oceans of space, bridged in an instant
a dingy display flickers, gives out. ding, ding, ding
a not so gentle slap reawakens the slacking LEDs.
lights don’t die easy around here. nothing does
nobody neither.
there are no stars
in the time between
that infinite instant
suspended sentence
displaced dimension
a spaceship, sits? hovers?
is cobbled together of a hundred hulks
a million memories, lives patched into the hull
whispered confidences line the halls and
hungry ghosts eye his skull
the captains chair swivels to contemplate survival
escape velocity achieved by a hair
the space behind left scalded and bare
seared by searching lights fantastic
and inimical to all things material
well, here goes nothing
see ya later, space chumps...
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