Oort - Little Atlas

Am I in hiding, edging of nothing

Holding together coldly

Yet I feel nothing, vacuum unloving

Crushing me to my soul

Spinning lightly, sentry untiring

Guardian of the dark

Pioneer calling, hours of buzzing

Echoes of silence singing

Clouding of matter, leads to a clutter

Gravity slips away

Blackest icing, circle of dusty

Pieces of yesterday

Never feel the touch of warmth

On my face or in my soul

Can you ever touch a void

If you’re living in a hole?

Sisters and brothers cling to each other

Calling for no one (spinning)

Traces of carbon mixing with cyanide

Almondy black poison

Saturn’s Daughter sons of young Jupiter

Orphans of all of us

Do we even both belong

to the fabric of the sun?

Do we even share a thread of this simplest of truths

Vagabond waiting, impact creating

Fiery visit upon us

Vengeance the Outcasts, stirring the solitude

Reunited warmness

Thunderous lightning, instantly brightening

Together once again