If we gaze upon an endless night,
download the data from every orb;
they can fill the sky—like satellites—
relaying bits of life in fragmented form.
We process these images from afar,
snapshots taken from perihelions:
unassailable spans—ever too distant—
unable to offer any real connections.
We can only smile up towards them;
engage them—to transmit our feelings—
and somehow hope, across the universe,
that our messages are received.
This poem is an example of a Kakoiku poem. More details can be found here.
