Silver body rests on cold titanium deck
Lens cap missing since the Kepler wreck
Thirty-six exposures still wound tight
Waiting for a darkroom's amber light
Shutter drift on titanium floor
No one winds the spool no more
Latent images in canisters sleep
Promises the dark couldn't keep
Micrometeor dust on the front glass
Mission patch faded from the final pass
Tri-X pushed three stops grain heavy as lead
Developer dry the chemist dead
Hangar bay keeps spinning slow and wide
Camera strapped where the pilot died
Viewfinder shows a curvature of blue
Last frame captured before the breach blew
Shutter drift on titanium floor
No one winds the spool no more
Latent images in canisters sleep
Promises the dark couldn't keep
Ground control hears only static bursts
Telemetry flatlines the last verse cursed
Emulsion holds what the sensor lost
Waiting for hands that never came across
To crack the tank in red safelight glow
Watch silver ghosts begin to show
Solar arrays fold like dead wings at rest
Camera sleeps in its nylon vest
Thirty-six stories in a metal can
Drifting through orbits since the mission ran
Shutter drift on titanium floor
No one winds the spool no more
Latent images in canisters sleep
Promises the dark couldn't keep
Shutter drift forevermore
Advance lever frozen frame counter zero
Silent shutter darkroom hero
