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

—Robert Frazier