Everything the Dark Touches

I heard that on Mars, the stars don't look like stars

but floating gems scattered aimlessly on an

endless crown, for a ruler lost in a vast sea of black.

The silence, it's deafening

so much so

that the ringing suffocates like small

unknown towns etched on a mass-produced map.

You would think

that with all the space and air,

a home on Mars would be liberating and free

but on the contrary

I cannot think of a bigger prison

absent of security.

And while the gems are beautiful,

I can't help but feel

my body chained to a chair

a throne

to fill in a seat

no being can obtain

with purity.