With mangled eyes I spoke to you The clouds of dust I spun into A web of fibers Tendrils of stars The bones of Tut Mons of Mars And a little note A calling card Shouting whisper-songs From the bard A closer look Hair in my skin On my knuckle There but thin A tapestry torn Weaved anew Another bubble In cosmic stew Wings of angels Pale dot so blue Litany of heavens I blew to you