Part I
Once the void began unfolding,
infinite darkness coalesces stars,
worlds, and dwarfs into cosmic orbits.
Pluto revolves among the globes.
Expelled from his homeland,
his pull is low, he barely glows
and slowly floats out of the cosmos.
Separate, he stands apart.
–
Warm on the core,
Pluto’s crust grows cold.
Split from the sun,
he drifts alone
around no one.
Who would call “home”?
Who would come home?
Fading away,
radiant gray,
silver decay.
He so became –
plutonium.
Part II
Tombaugh regio’s frozen.
Ice erosion, buried ocean,
glacial coercion, heart is broken.
Still, styx circles around.
Tabula rasa’s chosen.
Abyssal surface, lethal merges,
inner furnace, lost his purpose.
Pitch-black dispersion.
–
Bright on the core,
Pluto’s crust’s somber.
Split from the sun,
he drifts alone
around no one.
Who would call “home”?
Who would come home?
Fading away,
radiant gray,
silver decay.
He so became –
plutonium.
Part III
Far off,
he wanders far off,
but he still orbits,
sole like a comet.
His nuclear pain
keeps magnet fields
. . . . .
. away .
. . . . .
Fluorescent,
he’s still fluorescent,
because he orbits
around his core lit.
His radioactive faith
keeps him – and Pluto –
awake.
–
Radiant gray,
silver decay,
plutonium.
Date: February 26, 2026