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My battery is low...
Today, a collection of cameras and steel was pronounced dead. She sang to celebrate herself, survived a marathon of miles, shared and showed her redburned hollow home. We gave her iron claws to drag along a planet's spine and when, one morning, the sensors would not wake, we shouted out a thousandfold: 'Are you okay?'
To no response.
She had a name. Between hurricanes and stars, we tend to love what kills or dies, ripping up our teddybears in Sunday morning rooms till stuffing snows and tickles throats, brings water to our eyes.
Stuck on an arbitrary globe, we compose 'Space Oddity'. Dream of escape, at least embrace the ache of rust she cannot feel. There is both humor and humanity in loss.
She might be us. Cross-winded, heading straight into the dust. We weave the trails into a 'why', frantic scramble metaphors, and with our scraped up hands, mold her dying code into a poem.
...and it's getting dark