Centrifuges
Saturn dreams reveal her secrets; icy rings speak as I ride her carousel. In the frigid playground called space; intense friction, centrifugal force builds spinning marbles in a dark void, support one another. God gave secrets to Enoch, now each planet, confirms in dreams, what Enoch knew. I ride the rings but, feel no chill; souls need no coat; Enochian wisdom; miraculous secrets.
Planets dance around,
Celebrating joyfully;
Never bored with life.
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