Life is Dust
Above each distant peak and skyward ship, Fast-flowing streams of dust bombard the Earth; Releasing beads of life from Newton’s grip, Transporting them through space
Space
Is This the End?
Is this the end of everything you were? A burst of light, a hurried, fractious blur. The final breath into the distant night, Reminding us
Squalls on Distant Seas
You spin against opaque and barren skies, An ancient god now floating in the deep; Your secrets hidden from our prying eyes, An azure giant
A Distant Dawn
The empty cupboards of our Universe Are filled with neutral cobwebs of potential; All of them waiting for an opportunity To blaze into life and
The Skies Perpetually Revolve in Vain
Out amongst the dense, and yet seemingly empty fabric of space the Plasma starts to accrue, piercing through distant lands and unseen skies. Building
Echoes in the Dunes
From nothing came a burst of blinding light, With waves that trickled out to every shore; For eons, they were hidden out of sight, Just
In Search of New Life
Far into space, amongst the darkest Sea New planets sit like marbles in a row. We turn our eyes to find out what might be
Solar Stranding
The waves assault an unfamiliar shore, As bodies writhe beneath the azure sheet; And astral squalls prepare their tools of war. Cascading whitecaps far
A Fake Diamond in the Sky
Your pockmarked face conceals a hidden truth, Guarding your age like some resentful crone And leading us astray with dreams of youth. A replica of
The Leap Second
Time is reality – A reality that we have broken down And subjugated by splitting it into fractions That match the constructs Of our lives