Mission from Darkening by No Museums

Closing down the mission
Planets hung expanding
Beads of stars are nothing beyond smokey rings
Hunters that were once here
Hand me over like a novel
I'm not reaching for anything
I'm not writing an ending

And Captain Monday handles construction
The fingers keep drawing my name in space
Hunters that were once here
Now only find collapse
And at the centre of it all
There's still more left to be

Closing down the mission
The hunters lose their aim
The line has splintered and fallen to my side
The sleepy ones all murmured
Just before the launch
"Remember how it goes on
So far you'll think you've stopped"

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