In Places We Invent
In places we invent, cities not cities
In ways we knew, in our little understanding
Of structures and remorse, where stations prosper
From years of long cold, or in savannahs
Dry winds strip breathless, our new lives
Printed veils of fabrics, tools
And airlock curvatures
Outside, a dead lung, a thousand years from Earth
This message, child of soundless vacuum, the refrain
We sing across deciphered stars