Your going seems an impact crater on Mars- Old, with high ridges, distant and barren Kilometers of striated landscape circumscribe you This unimaginable visit; with little atmosphere, stark shadows and light defining a wilderness whole Hospital corner seams spell of violent invasion vast stretches of gray dust pretend-cloud vistas From this coup d'oeil, layers above your subterraneous thoughts features once habitable, since blasted outwards leaving strewn an eons life of orphaned rock a mere whisper of once vast sea's potential a whimper's noiseless remembrance lost This journey home is comet dark in infinite parsecs traveling farther each ways entangled heartache; a quantum solace for another day to come
-cec
*n, pl - coups d'oeil (ku dΕj): a quick glance [literally: stroke of the eye]