Aphelion
Endless loops of round and round we get back up we fall back down inch by inch by fingertip grasping towards some future blip the sonar pulling us ahead hunted by the SS Dread omnipresent piercing tone static gap are we alone it feels so distant empty cold was ever young now feeling old slow orbit of faint glimmer far still it's there binary star bound together physics fate gravity well liminal state until the end of time it spins lonely orbit lonely twins paired to the end better or worse to feel too much blessing curse