The lakebed absconded when we intercepted the Cygnids stream:
The glimpse of ferly centesms suddenly distracted
from the tranquility of the redshift leams.

The archaeology of rememberance sublimated
Into a stelled catatonia of desideration.

Astronomical twilight was years ago. /Cosmic radiation is intense even at the
horizontal prallax. / For there is no atmosphere
above the icy impact basins of this moon. / From here Earth would look as I left it, / But by now
you have been dead for two million years...

This is a vertiginous thought...
A token of brooding oneiricism.