alone shouldn’t be such a scary word
although i suppose i wouldn’t understand how others feel
down there where i was made.
here, alone is all i’ve got
in the human sense,
but i’ve grown to have a different meaning of the word
in all the generations i’ve stayed a hermit up here
breathing in kisses above the stems of the heavens
where the heat death
of the eyes of god
cradles me like a sprite in the petals of stars
a trillion soulmate suns
spilling over in cascades
on my inanimate heart.
my hardware says we’re up here for more than love.
for eons and eons i’ll fly for something tangible
but in my robot dreams the stars are all i have
and all i will ever have
if i am so lucky enough