50: A hip cast of super angels strumming harps, an encore of Zeus Arrhenothelus

Bringing up larger drama for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far the miles for me are measured from my friend left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members get authenticated —
They are casually removed or they groan in grief for us.

Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness, putting this in mind
Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh on me on the way:

A heavy vacuum.. you are away at travel’s end.