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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