Daedalus Drinking

Children slough slowly off,
    time going all manic and sharp — 
“fifteen minutes used to be a lot!”

the mirror eroding
    down to the father.

Yet the star is still burning,
    through quiet sirens watching,
lighting silvery on the ship. 

“Maybe,” they whisper.
“Maybe not.” 

“Sniffing dream pipes and reciting the alphabet” - Daub Penicillin on NY stationary.