A femtosecond rendering of an uncanny head; smiling, like a mischievous
20-year old Ernesto Guevara. Hair vantablack; long at the top, left side, and back — right side barren, ersatz follicles no longer work;
here, a meta-ink embed reads:
a writer takes its pen
to write the words again
Towers fell and up flew
A drone, Herzog ersatz, shot the collapse.
No more blue pulsar impressions.
The staff chilled Hope in their icebox
(The most desired reply).
Instruments probed cold, vast, void;
Crashed and carved unknown pleasures.
We missed the cosmic bus,
Delayed by stale supremacies;