Further away of my farthest reach it seems you are,
But thus further away in the night haven, bright star
You are, but you’re not such a dud up close are you?
With many vessels amongst ye, your status seems untrue
In a planetary timekeepers’ ponderment, yet I wonder
More of your terrible mass which with you wander
Amongst meteor-like sun, foster father and death bed,
Cosmic mortality ancestry that thus read
A tragic tale that is no greater than our glowy time,
Of star constellation paths you failed to corrupt or mime,
And in a century grasp you are thus greatly scarred
Laid bare your bladeless bodkin afar
And pounce a titanium breath for many skies
Each in their twin hearted visionary eyes
All thermal amongst a splitting agony of the whirlwind,
Its blushing eye of corruption and terror find
High sprung Oblivion whose empire once begun
To pour forth and blend in your obit’s run.
Jupiter of universal space! May yet I walk atop ye
As once I always desired before I perchance to die?
Galilei, I dare not guess the pyramid of thought
Arose like it soon sinks back and wrought
For all pretty shapes in the velvet heaven
With chaotic balls that mimic the other twirling seven,
Scattered amongst the plank of destructful stars,
A crew of corpses piercing through in midnight wars
When sensitive in nothingness of their universal shrine.
I cannot say in the dark night how keen their boughs shine
From a mile’s long distant lover where they seem to form.
Whilst the vale of the sun, whose corrupting storm
Is a sailing side effect of shattered solar ignorance
That many of his children shall feel its endurance
To their thrashing graves. Whilst brother Nemesis
Wreaks havoc on his infant obstacle many menaces
So deadly and red burn away their billionated age,
The sea of space within is hung over its rage,
It laughs when a star’s black eye eats it away
As if creation disgusted of itself alway.
Still, strong stands Jupiter like an Autumn brave!
Like all the rest, but less struck than the others have.
Yet my radio signal beams counsel your scattered cries
Time to time when your magnetic ice
Bursts intense whirlpools of its heavy expanse,
Until it would play beyond its own eye’s glance.
The obstacle, as it were, overrun with a nova’s fragments
Sifting itself against all the antique magnets,
Their every motion seeming entwined in place
Within Europa’s icicled face,
Is thus like the dead in a heavy shadow of crumbs.
It gives us a worry when nothing comes
And snaps them to decay. But alas! Jupiter’s gentle hand
Is a beckoning tempest on a tempest with a brand
Of fierce reign. They are scattered around and around
Amongst Jupiter’s tiny cousins, bound and unbound.
Why then Jupiter, do you feel desire to us a comrade?
Are you the true sun no more in a death’s masquerade?
The beauty of your dress is like a sinking sunrise
Dulled from surface to heaven, its circular disguise
Based on an earth-like hurricane is an expanding Mars,
Existing of three centuries atmospheric cars.
Saturn had one, which had become death-bitten
Whilst its red blooded sister remains in a mitten
Of impalement on Excalibur’s noose,
A communion that is thus a captive unloose.
Mixed paths they dance about and outshine,
Whilst the reckoning morrow makes no pale shine
To outdo the other—