The moon is an ember
wrapped in rolled blankets of dust
between the stars.
Lightyears.
Colonies.
Flags.
Coats of arms
and armor
against the planets weather.
We will survive.
A new colony.
Ankle high grass. Camera lens whirring.
Battery Power!
Listening to the sound of double doors
behind me
watching the moon set
wishing there was a wolf like me
somewhere on Europa.
The moon,
wrapped in coal clouds and simmering,
surging,
emulating a sun. I would swallow you.
I can.
Teeth gnash.
Lashes blink.
Wewillbehomeinfortywinks.
wrapped in rolled blankets of dust
between the stars.
Lightyears.
Colonies.
Flags.
Coats of arms
and armor
against the planets weather.
We will survive.
A new colony.
Ankle high grass. Camera lens whirring.
Battery Power!
Listening to the sound of double doors
behind me
watching the moon set
wishing there was a wolf like me
somewhere on Europa.
The moon,
wrapped in coal clouds and simmering,
surging,
emulating a sun. I would swallow you.
I can.
Teeth gnash.
Lashes blink.
Wewillbehomeinfortywinks.
