Apogee a given
petalled bouquet of rustcolordust
nebula vortex
Peak afar, crown alone, ice
and rock and stripe round
the edge, brief passing, procession
Grief a strange companion to coronation.
Coro no more; fresh void waits for wisdom
Say a few words, will you? vibrating huddle
to the shaking tendril of new order.
Speak to the scattered scraps of the once solar sovereigns.
Yes. Only then, only
the calming closest eye cries
another remedy for orbit


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