astral orbiter

loneliness feels like nothing at all. that’s why it’s a crater, that’s why my hands are too numb to crawl out

it feels like the wicked winter wind that our suffocating planet casts

someday i won’t orbit, i’ll touch

orbiting is the art of watchful isolation

spinning and releasing the roundabout

so i’ll become a black hole

home

destiny

an oasis from a crater