terminal winter space unfolds but you are gone
her father’s daughter: green hair and a tendency to stare at the sun
light splits the heavens the world is, as long foretold, taken by surprise
ebony fronds wave in the cool gliesean breeze death’s domain is here
he transforms the code into synaptic patterns galatea wakes
they proudly show off their graphenic computers how quaint these humans
the reptile riders respond with stolid silence their beasts laugh at us
green wafers and tea matronly apes giggle at the latest scandal