Cinnamon skies
torn with sulphur winds...
Lightning burrows
and burns.
plasmatic thoughts
spiraling, flaying
beneath a dozen
frozen moons.
I count rings of
crushed, prismatic ice...
climbing into blackness.
Wings wide--glazed
trembling, swellinging
with hardened ichor.
a thousand years gone
compacted into joy--
I explode in silence
falling in thoughtless fragments
scattered by deathly
maturation.
In coming ages
my seeds will sprout in
methane solitude--
The journey will claim me again.
I am legion.
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My memories of Jupiter...
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A cerebral dark Mystery of the Third Age..The serenity of a Roman statesman is interrupted by a wild-haired wanderer. The zealot seeks refuge from the powerful demon pursuing him, and not only that, but tries to recrui
moonflower
Amor
I am off to read Siren!
Maria
I don't personaly know much about the planets, only I travel in my sleep...Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee........
Jo