Those tiny fragments

 You'll fall off the spaceship and well need to pick you up
You'll scream and cry on the ground
We can offer you a planet
somewhere to center yourself

the space out there chilly and lonely
lips for the sun forehead reflecting the light of it
before another planet blocks it out
Gasp in the deep dark usurped

Those heroes double crossed
as they went to put out sky fires
Watch them dazzling flowing climbing falling
Forming into the very words coming from your mouth

You'll fall off your craft neon ketchup impact
Screaming and ashamed infront of their eyes
They'll offer you anything just to shut you up
somewhere far from their ears

The space out there so desolate
cold salt on the tongue
Mangetically disconnected
In the void is an appetite

Strong as the pull of a local gravity well
Locked in to be broken up
Like a mineral disaster
Holding onto the tiny fragments of love