From the perpetually shadowed craters I call your name

From the perpetually shadowed craters I call your name. The thick black liquid that drains from my head I spit into cups. Mountains of regolith lie before me. Vast fields of shards and ash lit occasionally by gobs of orange molten rock vomited up by the core. Underneath me there is vast black ocean. Something peering up at me beneath the waves at my feet. There is music. Are these the thoughts exchanged between myself and it? I would walk to you now, if I could, and play you the tapes myself. If the ground would not cut my feet. If I could wrap them in newsprint. I can just make out the the path to you, beyond the aqueducts, through the chasm and the mean things that grow there. But I cannot. So I project myself to you, peeling my spirit away from my corpse. Hovering above you as you sleep. Do you believe me? The cigarette butts in the corners of your pockets are mine. The sock under your bed contains a folded five dollar bill. Find it and I will know you hear me. #shortfilm #blackandwhite #ci