from what I know, most space breathes the same soft tone

the same still sigh

Jupiter's air is different
loud, thick and wet as the deluge pours heavy from forever storms

Mercury's is hot, dries my mouth and lends itself barren
only lives to whistle wind through the cracks of my ship

but the further I get out of this system of satellites
and the smoke-like facicles that bleed around my distant homes

the more stars collapse wearily into themselves

the more I see the bright, violent birth of hungry black holes

the more I realise I might truly be alone