Outer Wilds
If the sun should supernova
And I’m cursed again with today
Should I stare a little harder at it all?
If I searched drip-dried skies
Of blue hue
Could I find an answer
On a plane?
In inane cloud shapes?
The moon?
Or would I soon become lost
In the thrums of the frost
If I was stuck in a loop
Destined to undo some mistake
How many tries would it take?
As I pulled the threads together
Would I start to lose my tether
Would I be composed and clever
Or tread right here forever?















