As sure as the moon is blue
and the grass is crimson,
I belong up there
in the waters hidden
under the shadows of an earth
too detached in a space made crowded
by rubies atmospheric. Continue reading “Moving to Neptune”
As sure as the moon is blue
and the grass is crimson,
I belong up there
in the waters hidden
under the shadows of an earth
too detached in a space made crowded
by rubies atmospheric. Continue reading “Moving to Neptune”