A Blemish in Our Atmosphere
Between the curves where space and sky entwine, The air is stripped by violent, solar flow; A savagery inherently benign, When matched with what arises
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Between the curves where space and sky entwine, The air is stripped by violent, solar flow; A savagery inherently benign, When matched with what arises
The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they
Researchers have thrown us a new curve ball, That whilst cold snaps might now seem like the norm The surface heating variance will fall.
Gently humming in the autumnal breeze Gliding overhead like a wicked dream The black sheep of research, the UAV Not spitting out fire or