How long it's been
since the airship reached
this distant space rock?
Years, decades,
or maybe more.
Stranded on this lonely asteroid,
I lost my thirst, my sense
and my body to the void.
The dust of my bones
made an atmosphere
to fit my wandering soul,
which has been forever since
tied to this barren soil.

So here it roams,
my weightless spirit,
free from the earthy turmoil;
no desolation, nor joy,
nor emotion at all,
just a phantom in a lone constellation,
with no other consternation
than the interval between
my own departure
and the death of the asteroid.