by Shaun Lawton
churns up in the waves
the dunes and troughs
in the solar wind of the vacuole
At once a blossom
of long scattered petals
a swarm of barren, icy rocks
tracing the hologram of a bird's skull
Lit by our one single candle
revealing the dark like a lantern
leaving traces behind in the fog
rolling in from the nearby wild
Here alive in our system
all I see are blue skies
sometimes with clouds and showers
building our pride with towers
~From a present dreaming Centurion
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