My return to Orion 2

Return to Orion My return too Orion, on an endless promise with no "best before" i reach out. I chose the colors of transit, from the pallet supplied; Violet over blue, deep grey fuelled by a white hot destiny! The rise then fall oh! how calm the now: No conection between its clock and the dust of passing days. I attempt to slake a thirst so grim ; Split lipped, throat bare! Skin so thin as a veil, as film! As a bare body! Floating amongst the tides of stars, and celestial Ghosts. Only the disolving clock is visable, obscuring time "invisible" ! On the rushing elemental sleigh, speeding through the gushing air, while burning fire brushes my lips, the water of tears cools the re-birth, held in a palm, its time to depart, a flight on a perpetual journey.