my space scooter is out of fuel.
stranded close to something like our moon.
lifeless and beautiful.
there also is a benign black hole.
a few million miles away.
despairingly silent.
wanting to speak.
there is no ground for me to step on.
walk back.
home if there still is.
music but. has come back to me.
i can stay here. wait.
while turning into a relic.
a star.
