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
Space
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
We Are All Made of Stars
13.8 billion years ago the universe EXPLODED into life Cutting through space time like a celestial knife Through butter and Bringing with it every permutation
Plains of Paradise
The echoes of your past vibrate through space, And secrets lie beneath your broken skin; The cracks and rimless craters on your face, Reveal to
A Circle of Life
This is a shape poem, inspired by recent research that found the roundest object ever observed in nature to be a distant star called
Written in the Stars
You sit there coarsely oscillating, Calling to us through the ether Beneath a blanket of stars. You swim against the tide, Pass a tent of