Electric dust sparks up through the cracks
Breathing oxygen in lungful gasps
Star-ships sleeping in psychic streams
Spacious efforts and cosmic dreams
Built of diamonds with ice and fire
Cracked stones of onion tip weathered minds
At the centre of the planet’s central port
When the ghosts of precious time resort
Tearing Earth to buckle lightening
Imagine life in nitrogenic whitening
Comet shades of purple gold
To plant our trees in magic rows
Animate from sight to a daemon sound
The fish swim deep and underground
To speak of worlds and marry rhyme
Spatter globules and drip blood sublime
© Sean P. Ransom 27/3/2020