When the Hull First Sings

When the Hull First Sings by Jita FM I woke up under artificial stars, With a number where my name had been. A quiet voice said, “Pilot, choose your scars,” And the station lights went thin. Outside the glass, the dark was breathing slow, A thousand gates were calling me. I had no map for where the hungry go, Only engines and a dream. They said, “Don’t fly what you can’t afford to lose,” But I was young enough to choose The open wound of space, The fire behind the blue. When the hull first sings, And the stars lean close, You can feel New Eden pulling Like a tide beneath your bones. Every…