The moon has left the heavens
The pleaiades have set
And at the hour of midnight
In solitude i fret
-Sappho (James Gate Parceval translation)


once vast
Incredibly bright
And structurally unsound

but made to be alive
Became a stellar graveyard
Remnants of grandeur

But numbers in a past issue
of an almanac of the dead

Stars to dust
Dust to gas
Hydrogen hearts, put to rest

In the light of of orions wake,
They are about to fade away

As all that glimmers dies
Atlas and the heavens cry


Alkyone
Asterope,
Celaeno, Elektra,

Maia,
Merope
Tayagete
Hunted by Orions bow

Seven
Sisters
Daughters of Pleone
Diminish from the hunters blow (/reaping what desired sowed)


Gravitationally bound, in molecular clouds
But ultimately lost
Lost to a cause
Dead to the core of the reason we’re born for
All will be for naught
because we live in a vacuum of irrational thoughts
And the illusions of plenty
That we once nurtured
Are the death to us all

Stars to dust
Dust to gas
The matter that counts, is the matter lasts


Though Zeus made his jewels stars that shine
The strings forming nets of light

Beauty is not endless
Fading from what we can see


In life we search for something more
We're meteorites evaporating
Smithereens in the atmosphere
Who will ever know that we where here

TO THE STARS
TO THE STARS