COMET ORPHAN Hurtling nearly insensate through frigid outlaw orbits, why suddenly interrupt a seeming endless night's journey to pause at this crowded, noisy mansion ablaze with dark-devouring light - strangely unguarded now and open for slipping just inside an outside door to hear the gush of dutiful chatter in praise of yet another best-selling work of disguise, celebrating the triumph of organized will as proof nothing else can really exist, no yearning yet fearing to join if the vacuous cold of icy garments might chill and repel their blush of self-assuring laughter, its softening warmth touching shadowy threads of some ancient amnesia, dim echoes of a lost desire reviving to challenge eons of resignation - confusedly lingering there.... till doorman gravity jolts awake from his ruling solar complacency, impatient of any intrusion to rudely cast it out, hurling into a sunless void, beyond absolute zero, another trillion years of desolate searching.

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