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Head buried in something thinner than sand
on a marble loosed from any tethers slung,
there comes vagrant shift on the furthest skyline.
I shuffle and raise to greet the approach;
am met by a glare that's bound its way from starlight
into my eyes, off of your hull; and from
your patched and wired relay-wingspan.
Following the sight of you: a hollow tone,
denying space and absence, finding
me alone, to ring in my ears - to lift
and stir - to call attention to your orbit.
Signals fashioned pulse white and black:
you are beyond manmade - you fade, reappear;
give contrast to dead atmospheres with
a vibrance that cannot be defied by
interstellar interference, even if
its source is beyond anything we've ever known.
When you pass over head, you observe:
I am merely a blip upon your organic radar which
you might wish would join you up there,
but I've learned the finite nature of your kind.
In eons you'll collide, over a thousand miles,
with a place you may occupy, inhabited
by something that may have made sense at the time.
All the while I'll have made a home in these
mysterious mounds, using my jaws to dig;
finding bones and doorways which lead below ground,
where the satellites won't bother me again.