Stardrawn

You look to the stars, to space, to the vast black that is so alive and on fire and not empty at all, because each brightling flame in the sky is still there, still full of life, the planets breathing in their tidal, ancestral orbits of systems and species. You look to the stars, Pilot, fighter, ‘riser, air-breather, light-seer, you who feel warmth and cold and loss and love, and you cry for them.…