There was a station that sexy animals set ablaze.
A telescope pulled by the force of a black star
that sent dozens of images from its wayward trajectory:
colossal magnesium clouds
in the shape of a meditating human.
There was an artificial comet created in a far corner
by some glass technologies.
A huge, planet-sized sculpture of a pocket watch
filled with sand.
There was a signal
transmitted through telling darkness,
decrypted by the stubborn
and vastly rich nations of earth:
It is a heart. It is a blinking mind.