the empire held together
by sugar and coffee
like frayed bunting
veins and arteries
send signals
across spaces
blinking lines of light
that circle the brain
like the banners that
braid through
the states of empire
time zones and synapses
across the great divide
ships of dried berries
cross meridians
stall in waters
choked by ancient kelp
the stars still spell out
sigils to be discerned
by those caught dreaming
on deck alone
chewing on the berries
measuring days in
horizon lines and
moonbeam miles
traversing latitudes
approaching the empire's
final wry smile
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