Sun Eaters


We drink the Sun,

expecting to be consumed,

but we are bereft

of the comfort it once provided.

No more sinking

into that warm cocoon,

vaporizing off

the Heliosphere.

Whatever plan awaits,

we reject.

Shaking off an old orbit

and losing the Moon.

The other side

of a sole, cold horizon,

we find what we

had thought we lost.

A glimmer of wonder.

One more trip

to send the mind and spirit

off around the bend.

Chart a new course.

Devour a new Sun.

We were never more

than explorers and soldiers.

Carve through the system,

using gravity

to break gravity,

and then

we’re off again.



HG – 2022

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