burial borne

on ship’s voyage cosmos-deep a captain’s life was laid to sleep wrapped in linen mummy-style and thrown into the stellar keep he floated on in endless black ‘tween the stars and ev’ry lack old, as much the void he swam ‘cross a vault of night and back what of life had this one known had he thrived or barely grown was he one of true love’s shills cold as now so lost and lone years spun into thousands more through galactic breadths he tore darkened matter - cosmic dusts bound for some unceasing shore what would e’er become of this a spacer shorn of life’s dear kiss drifting through the sea of suns unto the breach of time’s abyss might he, in some age from now be set back to breath somehow by the brain of some grand race advanced with tech to thus allow oh should he end up on that path what wonders will his being hath to sail those stars and live again … no greater last of all, that laugh!