Surfing On Saturn's Rings

Surfing On Saturn’s Rings Floating on the outer Phobe Ring with Saturn rising Out of reach at supersonic speed, above ecliptic's cryptic spokes Ready to fill the cavities of meteoroids for surfing at approach Jet wave propulsion bounding from ring to ring upon my star board Surfing alien surfaces, curling, singing through the systems swirling wheel Sailing over micro rocks with glowing tiny asteroids of snow and ice Into star dust clouds with a myriad of oddly shaped blue spikes Down between the “D” and “A” Rings where moon particles converge Pulled from left to right at cosmic speeds to reach its soul With gravity as the key to force me through Satellites are stretching, emerging on the deep My equipment for this system is from Mars Imports from the far off planet Made from silver, titanium, and molten crystal beads A surf board to the stars is starving for a start on micro parts I come up for air above the “G” Ring, to see the giants staring there Saturn with Titan by its side, filling in the foreign sky Weighing down on me with ammonia oceans smiles at my size On the horizon of Saturnian orchestrated rings Meteoroids spin, singing on the beams of light