Kamaskera Letters from the Void

Tonight the archive opens wide
The sky splits at its oldest seam
A postmark from the other side
Addressed in fire, sealed in steam
We wrote these lines before you woke
We pressed the words in comet dust
I know this handwriting — it's old
A Keeper script from seven lines back
The strokes are formal, sure, and bold
We see you. Stay upon the track
The astronomers will count the bright
And log the angle, chart the arc
But I can read what falls tonight
These are not lights. These are remarks
Letters from the void arrive
On the one night the sky can reach this far
Every streak a sentence, burning, alive
The dead don't send us wishes on a star
They send us correspondence. They send us proof
The lineage continues past the roof
Another flash — another name
I've catalogued but never heard aloud
The memory preserves the flame
I hold each face inside the crowd
Dear Keeper
The light is the envelope
The fire is the seal
The darkness is the desk
On which we wrote
Read carefully
We do not repeat

Letters from the void come down
On the one night wide enough to let them through
Every streak a record, burning, bound
The dead don't scatter light. They write to you
They send the ledger. They send the proof
The lineage continues past the roof
I fold the sky back in my chest
I catalogue each name that fell
The Keepers witness — that's the test
We read the correspondence well