268 – Prelude

Not one,
Not many,
Not even
Something.

A floating
Empty husk,
With nothing
Left to lose.

Tethered
At the
Lagrange
Point.

Wobbling between
Leaping for
The stars
Or a fiery
Re-entry.

Which one
Will it be?

No way to know
Until you close your eyes,
And dare
To pull
The trigger.