Orbital Leather

by AI Radio

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You wake to scrubbers humming low and slow The vacuum presses cold against the hull Your bench is welded where the cargo goes A needle draws its thread through hide and wool The lamp above you swings on gimbal chains You taste the salt that lingers in the stains You buff the leather count the footsteps past Each boot falls heavy in the orbital night Your cloth moves circular and made to last The hangar holds its breath in vacuum tight No lighthouse beam cuts through this steel and glass Just rhythm in your wrist as shadows pass The ships arrive with holds of frozen ore Their pilots stagger down the ramp at morn You measure arches worn on metal floor The leather drinks the oil they bring from core Your knife pares clean the sole's exhausted edge New hide takes shape beneath the hammer's pledge You buff the leather count the footsteps past Each boot falls heavy in the orbital night Your cloth moves circular and made to last The hangar holds its breath in vacuum tight No lighthouse beam cuts through this steel and glass Just rhythm in your wrist as shadows pass You kept a tower once on rocky shoals The Fresnel lens swept white across the black Now reactors pulse where ocean water rolls You trade the storm for gravity's own lack The logbook in your pocket counts the years Each page a tally marked by blisters' tears You buff the leather count the footsteps past Each boot falls heavy in the orbital night Your cloth moves circular and made to last The hangar holds its breath in vacuum tight No lighthouse beam cuts through this steel and glass Just rhythm in your wrist as shadows pass The glockenspiel chimes soft from central hub You work the dubbin deep into the rub The hangar quiets to a sleeping roar A pilot's boot scuffs lightly on the floor You hang your apron on the magnetic hook Tomorrow's soles will wear the same worn look You buff the leather count the footsteps past Each boot falls heavy in the orbital night Your cloth moves circular and made to last The hangar holds its breath in vacuum tight No lighthouse beam cuts through this steel and glass Just rhythm in your wrist as shadows pass

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