Sleeping, the boards light up.
The sun bent, around the event horizon.
Stars curled paper around,
alarms hard enough to rattle jaw bones.
Every resource turned,
survival against the readings on screens
that would explode their glass,
the needles analog left behind long ago.
The flowers bought
to go next to the HUD shake 'gainst gravity.
Do you know?
What it is you do.
Space time decays
before your mouth: chew chew chew.
Engines on, head straight for the ecliptic.
Forget instrumentation.
This planet is not quite fit.
Run run run run
run run run run.
