The Beacons Everywhere We exist in places where near-death lives, always right outside the walls, the mulling metal vessel, where fear is far less than feeling the flicker several light-years out sending signals our way, signals our way, signals our way. There's ghosts in all the components and radio waves and rays of light varying in size; spilled ink performing gyroscopic manouvres, fairies and will-o-wisps and spirits of the deceased providing comfort for the lone pilot, and Jesus spending his last days lighting the starship's corridor lamps for one more planet, one more star, one more star closer to the unpopped bubble of heaven.
Garrett Carroll is a poet and writer whose work has previously been in Star*Line and Utopia Science Fiction Magazine.
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