True Night Aboard the Generation Ship
An artificial blue of sky gives way to
the purple dark of Sun Ra's robes
emblazoned with glassy scintillae
a spill of ghost notes
trilling out & out
the silvery horn of Eternal Now
& we are in the black again
until the cyclical days flare their lights
hearing snatches of "Take the "A" Train"
down the corridors though the airlocks
thrumming along the ship's exoskeleton
crossing plains of solar dust & nothingness
we must embrace whatever
solace we may find
whatever voices we may hear