Wednesday, 29 July 2015

venetia burney says


nothing will change when everything changes


nothing is certain


i know


you’re off chasing new horizons


i pretend to lie low


you went zoom past mars and jupiter


knowing what we can’t see


my head’s visiting darker galaxies


i’m discovering me


did you say hi to titan and phoebe


on your saturn monsoons ?


did you make friends with hip


neptunians


dancing all over their moons ?


take my hand and let me come with you


show me the magic of space


you’re my star


i'll be your satellite


orbiting all of your grace


let’s spin out on anti-gravity


i have planetary needs


take a world each and meet in the middle


hubble knows where this leads


me on hydra


you on kerberos


where do you think we’ll go ?


halfway up a range of liquid mountains


covered in nitrogen snow



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