It’s cold and dark and empty
Aboard the Conexus Dawn
In the heartless voids of space
Suspended gaunt and wan
Spinning in a daydream
Glowing, vacant eyes
Reaching without touching
Brushed by soft starsighs
Floating amidst tendrils
Dusty red across her face
Wrapped in white, forgotten ice
Gauzy lattice shines like lace
Reflecting wayward moonshine
Forsaken souls, drunk on death
Skeleton crew stiff in state,
Sentinels standing guard on what is left
Of the dream far-reaching
Past what they could grasp
Fallen on the frontier
Barren, lifeless, last
Therefore,
Schmitty
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