Long ago I last kissed it.
Only one construction worker was needed.
"A routine EVA, repair the Comm Dish."
Tethered by this string kilometers in length
"Insestructable alloy" printed in flashing red letters.
No one, not even me saw the micrometeoite storm pass through.
Gravity and the stellar wind now forever guilde me.
If you hear this transmission, tell my . . . .