The Vacuum Program

the broken sun sets the lens
peers through our cracked windows
and though so afar
the breaking second star stirs alarmed
flares spin and arc the coronas
electrical sentient salmon
urgently send and receive signals..

goddesses hold the plasma realm torch
more than binary star emissaries
our worst betters dare not tell
shifting effortlessly through pre-packaged gears of lies
would you like to get medieval
you held your tongues all this time
though offering clues and throughlines
of symbols and alignments and signs
is it only when it is almost too late then your time/ our time..

chariots planet-size portal eject
umbras like waterfalls sparkle and spray
nothing so observed ever officially acknowledged
rattlesnakes..

and because we exist
where the heavens are considered the infinite vacuum
down here
we freebase the sympathetic synthetic vacuum
at ease with piper pipes
how many great resets already done and dusted
on this haunted planet of secrets..

playtexnauts never trod any lunar cities
or discovered a single crater-metropolis lit up bustling
hole-punched craters perfect circles
fashioned by drop-dead asteroids
drop-dead asteroids like apples must dive perpendicular
a designer lunar gravity thing
another strange kind of moon landing..

the space program
the big bang program
the material universe program
the vacuum program..