Captain's Prerogative

Cold suns,
Run aground,
Corona integrities,
Gutted,
By invaders,
Of aggressive anomalies,
And enemy torpedoes,
All hands,
Abandon ship,
Life pods,
And meteorites,
Binary pulsars,
And rescue beacons,
Swept away,
Life support failure,
Gasping for oxygen lines,
Seeking energy signatures,
Beneath slip streams,
And neutrino currents,
Struggling,
For materialization,
Locked in phase shift,
As schools of hungry singularities,
Ravage the survivors,
The captain and first mate,
The ship's cook,
Three blind, civilian passengers,
And an albino, chimpanzee test subject,
A raft,
Casts,
The only remnants,
Away,
And wash ashore,
In a galaxy,
Of gorged gravity wells,
...all is lost...
...all is lost...
...all is lost...
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