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