I. Through the launch window
 
The labyrinth has no walls only curve of space transparent. Orbits spiral in the key of g and a wise man once said the past will catch up to the future where breath interstitial, we tremble, cast off into thunder while rain, oh how the rain flows while asteroidal craters ignite with solar flare and we emerge on the other side, the caul lifted from our eyes.
 
 
II. After the cloaking device malfunctioned
 
You realize you’ve lost signal lost contact lost the ability to read maps especially those co-existing in multidimensional regions as cold tendrils unfurl like the warp and woof of all those overpopulated roadways bright orange melting in the brackish light before reconstructing themselves like so many pixels on a screen before the color goes out and then explodes into a multi-hued array.
 
III. In search of a place to land
 
The textbook applications of magnetic resonance sound less promising than neural nets when our guidance systems disengage and there are no storm clouds to hide inside and so we search for search for a place to land but all we see are cityscapes a harbor full of ships and so we pray to the four corners to make it out to sea where we sink beneath their ocean alight on its rocky shore our emergency beacon flashing green at sunset green at sunset just behind the pier.
 
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