Planets are cold syrup
thick in the night
frosts rime over worlds held near absolute zero
like aloof beacons screeching to never land
just beyond sight
cold dreams dormant through time
sweet with possibilities of life being fun
Everything said through electrons
dots with quark dashes of interval
rhythms scaling up ladders to nowhere
bricks in the xy axis feat rational number infinities
quick phenomenal moments meaning
things like shadows of great volcanic slopes
changed while the planet rotated round
concatenated candy
moved with sound time plus one begun.
Garrison Gibson: books and blog 
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