The universe is no kind place, we live among it romanced

by mercy alone. For Froid argued it was but mere chance

that introduced our creation. But let us not speak of such

but the galactic inclination we dare to seek and touch.

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It’s genesis brought by an assemble

of matter.

Unexplainable, Unperceivable

anti-matter,

whose voyage of the cosmic ride

has no apocalypse. No subtle rhyme.

Lunar laws ecplise the night of Earthly dues,

the seven violent tides of the oceanic muse.

Together in wedlock they are as one. As we united

drink forever to the land

we’ve been benighted.

Hence moves the Planetary waltz that sees us turn

above, a mere speckle of mass in the eyes of Saturn.

We are protected from the fury of the Solar Winds

whose havoc howl would dry our land and oceans.

What water traces on Mars molten rock? Did

life once exalt on reddish grounds? Its morbid

to think of the perish of a world much like

our own…

still reveres in a future we dare embark.

Surely not in the fury of womanly storms of Venus,

Nor the toxic Mercury air will come between us.

Jupiter would swallow us whole, don’t you know?

Galilean moons, Lo, Eurpoa, Callisto we dare not go.

And what of ancient Pluto?

Whose declaring age alone

demands respect and back his title.

To the masses who claim to know science:

Don’t forget the heart that leads your compass.

The Prism b r e a k s onto horizon,

light gamma nightmares -infrared dream

in wavelengths measured by acute parabola

conclusive to construct ignorance paranoia.

And the darkest black beyond event horizon,

taunts the fastest energy with highest fashion

of celestial arms without escape.

 Void is verdict.

nothing emerges

something may  some predict.

Arcturus, Lepus, Eridanus leading the choir.

All Fathers to their children, all universal squire

to the cosmic rider and answer to all.

(that is and ever was)