Line of stars in space.

Death of a Dyson Sphere

Lyrics & Music: Maureen S. O'Brien
Insp: Image in Ben Aaronovich's _The Also People_

The curved-in sphere around the sun caved out, and broke.
The ragged edge of rock stops -- then there's space.
If I jumped through, would I fall out,
Or hang, too small a bandage for World's face?

REF: Watch the dark spin slowly by outside her
Hear the groaning of her stones, slung out toward space.
World disintegrates with inevitable grace
The long life that her makers meant denied her.

The sun burns like a candleflame cupped in World's hands.
It doesn't need that shelter.
When World's gone, it'll burn on and not falter.
But it was here 'fore World was made from planets and debris.
My heart was not. My heart is not so free.

Pulled by both the darkness and the light --
All my life's been worked into this place.
Tides surge in me. Stress tears me apart;
But fragments follow me in endless chase.

REF: Watch the dark spin slowly by outside her
Hear the groaning of her stones, slung out toward space.
World disintegrates with inevitable grace
The long life that her makers meant denied her.

But is it right to capture stars like fireflies
In a jar that has no mouth
Where we live just like a trillion pupa'd moths?
Or is it just a giant womb with no way left to foal
Except this gashed Caesarian hole?

Inertia will hold World together still,
My children still are safe in her embrace.
But what new world won't fall apart
When this old World is tattered beyond trace?

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