I am a mysterious planet (call me X)
you are a space explorer asking why?
and there is so much space between us—
light years of silence fill my life,
an eternity of waiting for your wandering soul.
My pulsars pound a beat for you—
find me in the dark.
Nothing lights this vast empty room
except the sparks from your rocketship
that ignited a big bang
in the impenetrable dark.
Then you transposed your space boots
on my meteor-scarred surface
and woke me from an violent cosmic oblivion.
– Michaël Veremans, July ’12, Prague.