Sullivan Haikus

Definitely not a list of premade haikus
I have lost my way

no destination, no home

only the void now.

As I am disgraced

bathed, dressed in white robes - I took

The laser tanto

the blade wrapped in white

but ready for red; yet still

my second falters

"Think of the flowers"

He says, weeping. "Your words left

unsaid". "Think of me."

All things considered...

we don't die, we simply reach

equilibrium

She said she would come

So I waited an eon

As the sun went dark

the haze and white sun

make for multicolored air

I dream for blue skies

I have never left

the shores of Archeron through

all these years in space

blackness and the void

how can I find her, moving?

a speck against stars

I close my eyes and

I think I can feel her through

the vacuum of space.

"Faulty welds, I hear";

"No way to know" | "He once said..."

But she turns away.

her skin is like jade

perfect and smooth, a pale green

she has been bitten

the city... silent,

but for the stirring of the

shambling undead

it was a small scratch,

I thought I could survive... but

I feel the sickness

Laboring in stone

The million faces of God

that we should know You

the sky in stillness

the stars lay unstirred by the

sound of our cries

Our world is like dew...

fleeting... small beauty, like dew,

will evaporate

seen from the surface

our stars are starting to dim

the cold is coming

a sickening wind

blows north from the old city

where the millions died

a reflective cloud of quiet, astral waste is all that's left of them

the twisting, dancing broken archeology drifting to nowhere

remnants of battles and corpses orbit this star nothing left to see

Don’t weep, insects Lovers, stars themselves Must part

a cloud of skin cells, a smell, and a fading hum after the beam struck

the feather is just riding non-deterministic waves of connection

memes and small earwigs enter our brains and start to hijack our culture

the chaoskampf is alpha, omega the heat death of god

my muscles all ache from the pull of gravity during the landing

my return from space met with radio silence the cities are dead

The silent, always speaks the way of the shadow in the bright sunlight

He will light the way and keep the path free of stones while we seek the sun

pressure pot cooker the steam is not the steam is not the steam is not

always under par that's why white balls and tea leaves single out his mind

Drop stop on the coins rolled the green up his wife said not ever again

asleep in the ship as I approach the far moon the red light wakes me

the desolation, entering a small system with no sentient life

For many years now I have been on course for home many more will pass

on this path, there is no beacon or dawn, only the empty night sky

each morning I take half a gram of fentanyl I can afford it

a strange force stretches my spacesuit, or light, or time as I walk toward it

my perception bends, toward the singularity I can't look away

All sounds seem to arc in waves or solid pathways or hover above

My fathers watch seemed to reverse and dissolve as I reached out to touch it

Like the watch, my mind striped gears and lost its time when I looked past the plane