Atmospheric Disturbance
The world is at stake on a whim and a break
of the bow that supports all the stars
A crack of the joints right at gravity's points
and we slip like mere dust straight to Mars
A taste of the red just goes straight to our heads
now as dry as the parched sun at noon
Spinning blue orbit - take a moment, absorb it
for delirium will set in quite soon
The lunar light glow that we all love and know
is now but a glint off the sea
Echo explosion, a torrential implosion
of the atmosphere where we used to be...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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